Showing posts with label Santo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santo. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

On the Heir


Replacing a legend is no easy task. Just ask Chris "Izzy" Cole, Mark Wahlberg's character in Rock Star, who failed to live up to the hype Bobby Beers set forth as the front man of Steel Dragon. If that comparison doesn't do much for you, how about Tony Batista? Never heard of him? That's probably because he hasn't done a damn thing since taking over for Cal Ripken at third base in Baltimore in 2001. Quite frankly, neither have the Orioles. It's usually the same story: the Dolphins after Marino, the Celtics after Bird (the Dana Barros era), the Bills after...well, the 90's, etc. Granted, all of these instances are cases of on-field heroes; people who were directly involved with the outcome of the game. Even so, replacing a voice that transpires the game for a collection of people can be a task equally as daunting. A voice that people have familiarized a team with, a voice that has encapsulated a history of torment so deep, so ingrained in people's cultures that it has shaped their summers for a century.

This is exactly the predicament that Keith Moreland walks into. If you're my age, chances are the only time you've heard Moreland's name mentioned, if ever, was when he was immortalized in Steve Goodman's "A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request" with the inciting line, "have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly." We grew up with Ron coming through the speakers of our car stereos. Even during the last years when Santo was really sick, he showed up to the ballpark most of the time. In his own right, Ron Santo was like Kurt Cobain during his final years of life in the mid 90's--he was sick, literally killing himself by showing up to perform, but you could never question the passion involved in his final product. Deservingly enough, they both had loyal followings that were heartsick to see them go.

Enter 'Zonk', the 56 year old Texan corner outfielder who helped the Cubs garner the 1984 NL East crown. The bad news, of course, is the aforementioned notion that he is replacing the irreplaceable. The good news is that he's sharing a booth with one of the best in sports. Honestly, Pat Hughes is as smooth as The Situation in the 'smush room' or the vocals on Norah Jones' first LP, whichever you prefer. It would be hard for Rosie Perez to screw up a Pat Hughes broadcast, so Moreland just needs to sit back, do his thing, and add some of the rhyme to the recipe that made Santo so beloved by generations of Cub fans--the color.

So when Pat asks Keith to "tell us about Paul Maholm, Zonk" on opening day, I wouldn't be disappointed or shocked to hear the following:

"To tell you the truth, Pat, I haven't seen much of Maholm during my drop-in substitutions for Bob Brenly while he was vacationing in Boca Raton last year. So, all I really know is what I have here on this sheet in front of me that was just made by a 24 year old intern named Tony from Melrose Park less than 12 minutes ago. Considering he's a Pirate and would rather be laying carpet (literally, not figuratively. Pervert), I would venture to say that Maholm throws an array of absolutely average pitches that the Cubs $100 million lineup should tee off on. Then again, it's opening day and look where we are...Wrigley Field in April, Pat. Anything is plausible."

Good luck to you, Keith. Godspeed. And may the summer winds of Wrigleyville be always at your back.

As for Pick of the Day, the Hawkeyes came through at Welsh-Ryan for the Pulse Man as he extended his winning streak to 3. For the weekend, since the NBA All-Star break is among us, the Pulse Man shifts gears to Ivy League basketball and likes Chris Wroblewski's Cornell squad to cover the 4.5 cushion they're getting at home against Harvard.

Pick of the Day: Harvard @ Cornell (+4.5)- CORNELL

Record:(56-39-0)

Also, I'd like to send a special plug to a friend of mine who is playing basketball professionally across the pond, Mr. Zach Kelly. As a former member of the Glenbrook North Spartans state champion squad in '05 and subsequently the team that knocked off the highly touted Lake Zurich Bears in 2006, I was reluctant to give Zach his fair share of recognition. But with Spring in the air, Chicago Sports Noise has decided to let its guard down and give Zach the notoriety he deserves. Check out Zach's blog (www.puttingtheproinsemipro.blogspot.com) for incriminating photos of fellow GBN alumnus, Sean Wallis. Also, for some more high comedy, check out ZK's team website (http://www.bradforddragons.co.uk/index.html) and don't forget to make a trip to the infamous "Dragon Store". I made a few purchases that I'll probably regret.

Now I'm done. Rack me

Frost

Friday, December 3, 2010

An Open Booth


If I was asked a week ago, I could've dedicated an entire months worth of blogs taking jabs at Ron Santo. How his broadcast partner, Pat Hughes, was paid in part for his play-by-play on WGN radio, and partly for babysitting a 70-year old mental patient who was a once upon time decent 3rd baseman. I could've peppered this blog with cracks at his borderline midget son, who consistently wailed profanity-laced tirades at the Pulse Man after he intentionally walked him in our monday night softball league, only to call for a courtesy runner and proceed to pound wine coolers in the visiting dugout (believe it or not, that's 100% true). I could ramble on about how he was the spokesman for his own induction into Cooperstown, or how his previews of opposing pitchers included nonsensical tidbits like "this guy's curveball really moves" and "he's got a changeup too, this guy". We could argue a case for Santo as quite honestly the worst color man since Guglielmo (best first name ever) Marconi invented the radio in 1895. This blog could be a lot of things, but in the end, Ron Santo was ultimately more Cub than scrub, except of course for that year he spent on the South Side in '74.

You can question his broadcasting talent, his knowledge of the game, and often times, his sanity; but you could never dispute Ron Santo's allegiance to the north siders. Santo is every much a part of the Cubs tradition as the ivy, the bleachers, John Barleycorn, and never winning. He faithfully stood by the Cubs in the 60's, when they won at about the same percentage as your shot at next week's Powerball. He was the Cub 3rd baseman during the Kennedy assassination, our country's first landing on the moon, the birth of the Beatles, and the entire Vietnam War. He then proceeded to be the Cubs' radio color man for Kerry Wood's 20 K performance, Sammy Sosa's record-shattering season in '98, and (gulp) the Bartman game. Santo lived through more events while affiliated with the Cubs franchise for over 4 decades than Forrest Gump did in a nearly 3 hour biopic. His trademark groaning over the radiowaves made his voice the infamous sound of a tortured team. He was adored by so many for his unyielding allegiance to a team, a uniform, and ultimately, a city. As a figure, Santo embodied the devoted passion, utter hopelessness and miseducation that every Cub fan holds close to their heart.

If you love the Cubs, Santo came as part of the deal. You couldn't escape his wandering stories that spanned across 3 innings without ever achieving an actual premise. After battling baseball, diabetes, and a god damn billy goat for 70 years of his life, Ron Santo's voice will only now live on as an echo in the corridors of the Friendly Confines. Next to Harray Carray's "Holy Cow" and Ernie Banks' "Let's play two" will forever remain Ron Santo's "Ohhhh, NOOOOOO!"

As for Pick of the Day, revealing the actual identity of the Pulse Man resulted in a "brutal brother" defeat Wednesday night. Because of Wednesday's attached picture of the Pulse Man, I was forced to answer questions as to whether that was the actual Pulse Man, or a google image result of the word "helpless". As a result and as a thank you to all of you, the Pulse Man has included his final Saturday 6 Pack of the College Football season.


Saturday 6 Pack

2 Team Parlay:
1. Auburn @ South Carolina- AUBURN, moneyline
2. Washington (-6) @ Washington St.- WASHINGTON

3 Team Parlay:
1. Nebraska (+4.5) @ Oklahoma- NEBRASKA
2. USC @ UCLA, Total Points-54- OVER
3. Florida St. @ Virginia Tech, Total Points-52- UNDER

'Big Ticket' Pick of the Day:
Pittsburgh (+2) @ Cincinatti- CINCY

Record:(36-25-0)

Now I'm done. Rack me

Frost