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Possibly passed as silly sentimentalism, and yet meaningful in such a way to me that I don’t care what a younger reader or listener might think. I did the same thing: listen to the crackling sound of WLW till I fell asleep. True, Joe’s long pauses lulled me and he certainly let the game “breathe.” When the summer storms were too active the radio would crackle to the point I couldn’t take it and gave up. While I embrace the present and future of media and methods (except for all the gambling ads) I am not ashamed to say I am of the age where these things are wistfully remembered.

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Dwight, my friend…we agree completely.

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Another good write, Chad.

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I recently shared some thoughts on the West Coast games as well. I think it’s an experience that changes as life and technology change… even though I wish my kids would have to call into the Enquirer’s hotline to get the score.

Only for proof, not self-promotion:

https://adamzeek.substack.com/p/beat-the-streak-selections-417

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While a graduate student at UVa in the early ‘80s, I would drive up to the Blue Ridge Parkway and park at an overlook of the Shenandoah Valley. I would then be able to pull in afternoon Reds games on WLW- I of course brought my advanced physical chemistry texts to study at the same time 😊. Evening games I could pick up the Reds on WLW on my own version of your GE radio from my graduate student apartment in Charlottesville while studying. My wife thought I was nuts…

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We are crazy, I think. Haha

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