I have written many times about my favorite summer pastime, listening to the Phillies on the radio out on my porch on a steamy, humid night.
Just me, the lightning bugs and the Phils, with the rest of the family safely ensconced inside in the air-conditioning wondering if I had suffered heat stroke.
Turns out I’m not the only one with a love of baseball on the radio. The Inquirer’s Frank Fitzpatrick wrote a piece in the Sunday paper about the unique connection between baseball and radio and used some comments I had e-mailed him after the death of Harry Kalas, including some things I wrote both in print and on my blog.
Here’s a link to his column.
Just me, the lightning bugs and the Phils, with the rest of the family safely ensconced inside in the air-conditioning wondering if I had suffered heat stroke.
Turns out I’m not the only one with a love of baseball on the radio. The Inquirer’s Frank Fitzpatrick wrote a piece in the Sunday paper about the unique connection between baseball and radio and used some comments I had e-mailed him after the death of Harry Kalas, including some things I wrote both in print and on my blog.
Here’s a link to his column.
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