What are your earliest sports memories? I got a few

My sports’ focus would become basketball, but damn, my first love was baseball. You know how you sometimes try to figure out your first memory? I do that in sports, alot. And it’s mostly about baseball.

I remember the Reds sweeping the Yankees in the World Series.That puts me at 12-years-old in the Fall of 1976. That’s how I get started on my memories. I remember Garfield Heard making that improbable shot in the three-overtime game — Suns vs. Celtics. Well, that was the spring/summer of ‘76, which puts me in my late 11s. I can recall what happened on Oct. 21, 1975.

That’s when my dad woke me up from sleeping and said: “Son, come down and watch the rest of this World Series game.” The Red Sox and Reds had gone into extra innings in Game 6 at Fenway Park, and it was a classic It was also past my bedtime as I had just turned 11. But even dad knew I’d want to see this. Though we had no allegiance to either team. The allegiance was to baseball.

Discombobulated, I went downstairs and curled up on the couch for extras. I wish I could tell you I remember Dick Drago holding the Reds scoreless in the ninth, 10th and 11th but I can’t. I can tell you I remember when Carlton Fisk hit that long fly ball down the left field line. The ball that may have been coaxed fair by Fisk’s waiving as he straddled down the first base line. Ball went over the monster, there would be a Game 7, and I would later realize that I’d watched live one of the greatest moments in baseball history. 

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My buddy Dana

Ever try to read a book and see that long prologue to start? I end up not reading either. And, like I said, I know I can’t write a book. See previous post. OK, so my buddy Dana. He’s a real go-getter, an idea guy, always saying I should do this and I should do that.

My buddy Dana is from the Midwest, Milwaukee to be specific, and a huge sports fan, loves his teams in The Mil, knows a lot about sports and we’re about the same age. We came up during the 70s and 80s. Please don’t ask me to describe the decade, I’ve got no clue. All I know is I was playing Strat-O-Matic-Baseball, watching Phillies and Yankees games on TV — as much as we could see them back then — playing wiffle ball, playing two-on-two in the Heck’s front court, balls and strikes, etc., that’s all — sports.

Dana was living a similar life in Wisconsin, though under much different circumstance when it comes to means and accessibility. Nevertheless the Bay brought us together about 20 years ago, and we often remember stuff from the 70s, though not always precisely. And that’s my bond with Dana, who is encouraging me to tell a few stories, share a few thoughts and what the hell? Now, I’m going to get back to Suns-Clippers Game 6. Dana will appear periodically …

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Here’s a very loose plan

First things first, I’m considering this a continuous blog drop. Or non-continuous blog drop as it may become. All I’m capable of. Bottom line is I’ve been around sports my entire life, but you probably know that because you’re here already. Covered the Warriors for about 15 years, did some TV for them, now am in radio in the Bay Area. Again, you know that. My buddy Dana has been saying forever that I should “write a book.”

I always shake my head no because I don’t want to write a book, I can’t write a book and nobody will want to read a book I’ve written. How do you start a book? How do you finish a book? What exactly do you write about? How many hours a day will I have to sit in a room and wait to be motivated? How do I start to get a publisher even if anyone gives a shit? “OK,” Dana would say, “well what about a coffee table book, where you just write the captions and someone takes up most of the space with the pictures?”

Still alot of work, I thought. I’m out. Anyway, it’s always been beyond comprehension to me to be able to pen a book or novel. I used “pen” and not “write” for a reason. To remind myself to elaborate on pens at some point. We’ll get into pens down line. Writing a book was a project, time-consuming and there was no guarantee anything would ever come of it. How many rounds of golf is that going to cost me?

How many beers must I forgo? I had every excuse. But I also knew, after years of not doing it, I didn’t have the discipline to write a book. And that always bothered me, to get sincere for five words. I saw colleagues do it, and do it well. But every time I saw one of those books I could only envision how many hours it must have taken them to do all that writing. Oh, here was another easy excuse, by the way: They like to write more than I; I’m more of a basketball guy.

Like I said, every excuse. Finally hit me after longest time. I may not have the discipline to write a book, but I sure as hell have the discipline to write a blog. Which can essentially be no responsibility at all. Beauty of a blog is you don’t even have to write in it if you don’t want to. It’s your blog. I actually like to write when I don’t have to.

All that’s a long way of saying that I think I’m going to be posting. We’ll see how it goes. Now, you may ask, well, wait a minute, if you commit to a blog then it will feel like you have to write and you know you can’t do that? Great question that I know you didn’t think of. Well, the reason is because I’ve finally gotten enough stuff in one place to start to put it out. Myself? I love it: No tangible commitments, low stakes and as little to do as possible. Let’s see …

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