I’m a Bills fan, no love for the patriots, but in fairness I think bellichick’s being overlooked on HOF first ballot was a travesty. Not justified who are the clowns on the committee?
I just have to say… That I agree with Mr. Berman on almost nothing, at least in politics. But it’s wonderful to see people willing to subordinate all those trivial political disagreements in supporting what really matters in the real world: Go Pats!
My only experience with New England totaled about five weeks a little over 50 years ago. It was very enjoyable except for the traffic rotaries in Boston. Rotaries work better in more rural areas. The best experiences were the Boston Pops, The USS Constitution and fresh lobster. I remember having to pay a small toll just to enter Maine, maybe a dime or a quarter. I don't think it was a toll road - just an admittance fee per person.
I was in a hotel Bar, when Buckner flubbed that routine grounder. At Game Four, when Detroit Raised the Cup, in China Town, DC. Game 7 of the 1979 World Series. and the Steelers Playoff win, when some drunk Natty Boh guy crashed his plane into the upper deck; ten minutes after we had shuffled out of an almost overtime game. I also swept third base during a 7th Inning Stretch! Brooks Robinson's spot but Doug DeCinces, played, that day.
Yeah poor Bill, he got over it but the fans never did till the day he died. You know the old jokes: “did you hear Buckner got run over by a bus? But he’s fine, it went between his legs.”
I went to boarding school and college, in Maine. Another New Anglo Pocentric state in the isolated nation of NewEngland.
As an avid Baltimore Orioles and Washington Capitals fan, I would lay on my bed, late at night listening to WTOP; Washington's powerful A.M. News Station; all the way up in Bath, Maine. And you have to say the whole thing. Not just Bath. But...Bath, Maine. Very romantic.
I would go to open the Portland Press Herald and all you would see is the Boston sports news. On Weekends, they would finally publish the standings and box scores of other games outside of their sphere. No internet!
But along Came NESN and Springfield College! The place where Basketball was Born. I was fed a steady diet of Johnny Most and the Bread Guy along with Bird, MacHale, The Chief; Danny, 2 Sport, Ainge and Red Auerbach; the merciless, architect, still hanging around; courtside.
Then Len Bias died and with it another Legacy, lost in the cradle.
Fun Fact- The famous parquet floor of the Original Boston Garden is now in a dank basketball gym of a Reform School, in Hinkley Maine.
I remember Johnny Most and Len Bias and of course the Celtics of the 80s. The Pats sucked but the Celtics were a dynasty. One day my dad brought my brother and me to the Garden family day and we got to dribble and shoot from the parquet. Dead spots and all.
Pat Patriot was a stationary logo, frozen in a crouch, pre-snap, before the real action even started. Back in those days, one could easily imagine a looming false start, so you never knew which direction Pat was going to take you.
Flying Elvis, on the other hand, is a streamlined, one-way flight with sideburns to world domination. And so here we go again.
I’m a Bills fan, no love for the patriots, but in fairness I think bellichick’s being overlooked on HOF first ballot was a travesty. Not justified who are the clowns on the committee?
I just have to say… That I agree with Mr. Berman on almost nothing, at least in politics. But it’s wonderful to see people willing to subordinate all those trivial political disagreements in supporting what really matters in the real world: Go Pats!
My only experience with New England totaled about five weeks a little over 50 years ago. It was very enjoyable except for the traffic rotaries in Boston. Rotaries work better in more rural areas. The best experiences were the Boston Pops, The USS Constitution and fresh lobster. I remember having to pay a small toll just to enter Maine, maybe a dime or a quarter. I don't think it was a toll road - just an admittance fee per person.
I was in a hotel Bar, when Buckner flubbed that routine grounder. At Game Four, when Detroit Raised the Cup, in China Town, DC. Game 7 of the 1979 World Series. and the Steelers Playoff win, when some drunk Natty Boh guy crashed his plane into the upper deck; ten minutes after we had shuffled out of an almost overtime game. I also swept third base during a 7th Inning Stretch! Brooks Robinson's spot but Doug DeCinces, played, that day.
Yeah poor Bill, he got over it but the fans never did till the day he died. You know the old jokes: “did you hear Buckner got run over by a bus? But he’s fine, it went between his legs.”
I went to boarding school and college, in Maine. Another New Anglo Pocentric state in the isolated nation of NewEngland.
As an avid Baltimore Orioles and Washington Capitals fan, I would lay on my bed, late at night listening to WTOP; Washington's powerful A.M. News Station; all the way up in Bath, Maine. And you have to say the whole thing. Not just Bath. But...Bath, Maine. Very romantic.
I would go to open the Portland Press Herald and all you would see is the Boston sports news. On Weekends, they would finally publish the standings and box scores of other games outside of their sphere. No internet!
But along Came NESN and Springfield College! The place where Basketball was Born. I was fed a steady diet of Johnny Most and the Bread Guy along with Bird, MacHale, The Chief; Danny, 2 Sport, Ainge and Red Auerbach; the merciless, architect, still hanging around; courtside.
Then Len Bias died and with it another Legacy, lost in the cradle.
Fun Fact- The famous parquet floor of the Original Boston Garden is now in a dank basketball gym of a Reform School, in Hinkley Maine.
I remember Johnny Most and Len Bias and of course the Celtics of the 80s. The Pats sucked but the Celtics were a dynasty. One day my dad brought my brother and me to the Garden family day and we got to dribble and shoot from the parquet. Dead spots and all.
Pat Patriot was a stationary logo, frozen in a crouch, pre-snap, before the real action even started. Back in those days, one could easily imagine a looming false start, so you never knew which direction Pat was going to take you.
Flying Elvis, on the other hand, is a streamlined, one-way flight with sideburns to world domination. And so here we go again.
Marvelous.