What you'll find at the bottom of the exit ramp. At least that sounds good.
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To better days and cooler nights.
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I promised I wouldn't start a blog and have it end quickly. So there's that.
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I tried to talk about this, both here and on the show. So far, it hasn't been very successful. Please don't tell me "stay off social media" or whatever. It's part of my job and not helpful. Regardless, here's the long story of the last several months.
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As ROBCAST once told you: it's SPORTS and it should be FUN. Happy Opening Day tomorrow. Also, for Kevin Halpenny, I gave him my baseball scorecard tonight and he said I was FACILITATING the broadcast AMBITIONS and EXPLOITS of others. #parody #RepBX #OpeningDay
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February Made Me Shiver
The face of 2,000 games with a voice that is hanging on by a thread The second month of 2025 has nearly passed by completely and I haven’t written. I don’t want you to forget about me! In truth, my sojourn away from the blog has been emblematic of my needing a break more than I realized. The past few months — if I can grab my seat on Oprah’s couch — haven’t been easy. I mean, I’m still here and…
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It's Cold and People Are Hot
You can just keep scrolling. Honestly.
This is warm compared to this morning It was six degrees this morning outside my window. Yikes. I’m at work now, but have a few minutes to gather my thoughts and try to present them in a way that will be enlightening, charming, and oh whatever. I see the world is handling things juuuusst fiiiinnne this week. No, I can not type those words with a straight face. The behavior of this country is…
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Peace Out, 24
To New Beginnings.
I did more game broadcasts this year than I’ve ever done in a year before. I’m very proud of that but I’ve declined to say how many the number is because I don’t think it makes any difference. I assembled a highlight reel that has its moments but given I’m my worst judge, I’ll say nothing further. Plus, more to the point, it’s about quality, not quantity. And, beyond that, there’s always a need…
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Wonderful Christmastime
And to all a good night. #ChristmasEve #MerryChristmas
Greetings, friends. We send you our love and best wishes on this Christmas Eve. Sean and I again did our low-key evening of food and movies. I also went to five grocery stores today to look for something but that’s not relevant to this story. Our movies this year were Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me and Elf. Despite our running joke, we did not start watching American Psycho every year on…
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My Thankful Day
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. This was mine.
Two pods and a lot of rain It’s been a while. A little over a month ago, I stopped the madness of posting every day as I headed to San Francisco for a conference. The most recent post came after I returned from California. Then? I stopped. Oh, I thought about writing it but I gave myself a break. November tends to be a busy month of work and I was somewhat occupied with another conference, a few…
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Back From the Bay Break
I said I wasn't done writing and I'm a man of my word. #Project365
The view at lunch No, I wasn’t tempted. I took three full days off from writing here. Yes, I went to San Francisco but, in reality, I made my decision to take a break long before the plans for this trip were firm. So I did a 64-hour whirlwind trip to California that included an Irish Coffee at The Buena Vista with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge, visited the three sea lions who elected to be…
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For Lou
From Greenwich, for now, so long, everyone, and thank you. #Project365 #Fin
Lou Gehrig, ca. 1925 (Charles M. Conlon / National Baseball Hall of Fame Library) Lou Gehrig knew. It was Sunday, Apr 30, 1939 at Yankee Stadium. Lou, a noted slow starter, was off to a particularly bad beginning. He was hitting just .143 as that Sunday ended in New York. He had only four hits in 28 at-bats. Of note, he had no extra base hits and there was no pop as bat hit ball. No power.…
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The Broadcast Brings Peace
There's nothing phony about the booth. #Project365
In the booth at Brunswick. Any booth is my sanctuary. Let’s start with the good news. Today’s broadcast went much better. Working solo isn’t easy but I find it works for me. Oh, I’m probably best with a partner, but it has to be a good partner. Obviously, Dan Murphy and I have that chemistry, for instance. I felt like I saw the action better today at Cosby Field for Brunswick’s home game against…
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Here Are a Few Words About Tonight
Here Are a Few Words About Tonight #Project365
One of us was great tonight. The other one is me. I just got home from calling Greenwich/Trumbull football. I’ve spoken about my affection for both towns, with Greenwich obviously being my home base. But I’m home after a game that was interesting and a broadcast that was underwhelming. It’s me. I was OK at best. I made mistakes, blah blah blah. Once again, I find myself wondering about if I’m…
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The Night Before the Game
We'll have the call on 6:50 Friday on WGCH, wgch.com, and robcasting.mixlr.com
(Greenwich Football social media) Tomorrow is game day for Greenwich Football. If you don’t know, the Cardinals lost last week to Wilton for the first time in nearly three decades. The 20-17 win for the Warriors was definitely a shock but also well-earned. Wilton did a solid job of slowing up Greenwich’s running game and capitalizing on mistakes. To be honest, I still very much expect the…
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Justice for Bobby
Perhaps it's also "Justice for a Nearly 13-year-old Me" #Project365
Screenshot from ABC broadcast of Game 3 of the 1981 World Series The year was 1981. Christopher Cross was near the top of the pop charts with “Arthur’s Theme (Best That You Can Do).” And the Yankees were playing the Dodgers in the World Series. It’s worth pausing here to note that, late last night, news broke that Fernando Valenzuela died. Fernando ties us right back to 1981 in that he was…
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