At the risk of being a "homer" blog - to a homer - let's look at Raissman's criticisms.
1. Driven mad by Jeep.
Like most critics, Raissman rips John and Suzyn for the non-stop stream of products they hawk. Yes, the ads are infuriating. But announcers do not sell ad copy. The decision to lard every at bat with a line about some shyster law firm or used car dealer comes from the top, where the suits - who presumably do not listen to radio - are more concerned with cash than the sanctity of a game.
Would it too much to ask critics to savage Hal Steinbrenner, rather than their employees, for policies that drive fans crazy? Hal could end it. John cannot.
2. The meanderings.
OK, fine. But one note here: It was frickin' 10-0 in the third! Should the announcers quiver over every pitch, opine on strategy? What strategy? IT WAS 10-0 IN THE THIRD. THERE IS NO GAME. If the announcers are visiting Rio in a one-run thriller, they need to be called on it. In a 10 run game - with six innings to go - I defy any radio team in baseball to mesmerize us with the excitement of which pitch will be thrown next. Frankly, this was an easy and cheap shot.
3. The blown calls.
Yes, they drive us crazy. Always have - hence, the title of this blog. I guess the anticipation of a wrongful call sums up the pain and suffering of everybody who ever had to hang on the voice over a radio - be it of a newscast from a bombing blitz or a poor soul trying to listen to a song on the AM band during a thunder storm. It is the essence of radio: Everything happens in real time. Mistakes are made. It comes and goes. You don't have copy editors to save you from saying stupid things.
Listen: One of these days, the Raissmans will win. John Sterling and Suzyn Waldman will go. Mark my words: You may hate "Ma and Pa" with a passion, but you will miss them after they are gone.
For better or worse, there won't be anything like them again in our lifetimes.
More than likely, the franchise will cut a deal with ESPN, which for years has lusted after Yankee broadcasts. From Bristol, we will receive the voices of hell - Nomar, Pedro, even the Bloody Socker. Moreover, we will announcers who take pains to never be "the homer." Thus, they'll celebrate every victory, be it a Yankee win or one by the Redsocks. When a pitcher is throwing a no-hitter against us in the fifth, you'll hear the excitement build in their voices - hoping it happens. When the Rangers or the Blue Jays mounts a two out rally against us, you'll hear from them a trill of happiness - hoping it happens.
That will be the final castration of baseball: They will have knocked the stuffing out of the Yankee name. They will have ended the payroll advantage, the signing advantages, the financial advantages - and turned the Yankees into the Kansas City Royals of New York. We will be down for six or eight years - and we won't even have a sympathetic voice on the radio, licking our wounds. Raissman can write columns celebrating the professionalism of the Yankee announcers. Won't it be great?