Thursday, July 4, 2019

Happy Birthday, John Sterling. Now, get well, sir...


11 comments:

Urban Farmer formerly known as DutchFan said...

Every single night I listen to John Sterling. Sometimes it helps me fall asleep. Sometimes it keeps me awake. Oftentimes he is a companion who gets me through the night.

"Whatever gets you thru the night, Sterling, Sterling" etcetera adlib.

His voice is a friend.

The last few weeks he has not been his joyous self. I have even wondered if maybe he had learned that he was working his last season.

The news of his missing a few games because of heath issues sounds almost more disturbing.

I would really like to wish him a wonderful birthday and, more sincere than ever, many happy returns.

"Whatever gets you thru the night, 's alright, 's alright".

Rufus T. Firefly said...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoupFtYQj8s

Platoni said...

I learned about and started following baseball (Yankees) in my late 20s. Listening to Sterling taught me and kept me calm during meaningless losses.

These days I come here so I can get some bile to balance it out. Too much calm on the waves

TheWinWarblist said...

Over balance it on this site.

Rufus T. Firefly said...

Is that Jerry Garcia standing next to John in the bottom photo?

HoraceClarke66 said...

Glad to hear it, Urban Farmer. And congratulations on those Dutch lassies. Exciting game against Sweden. The U.S. will have its hands full (though I know, they're not allowed to use hands).

Urban Farmer formerly known as DutchFan said...

Thank you Horace.
I may add they are allowed to use their hand and they do. On each other.

No foul play that dare not speak its name

Rufus T. Firefly said...

The keepers can use their hands on the ball. Even in ladies only games.

Beauregard Jackson Pickett Burnside said...

I’m sad to announce that I too will be taking a break from baseball. See you all again July 12th.

Anonymous said...

I wish him no harm. But he's one of the worst baseball radiocasters ever, and a nasty piece of work whose bloated ego drove away every first-rate colleague who tried to work with him--people like Joe Angel and Charlie Steiner. A self-promoting, management-ass-licking, tasteless incompetent. That is the truth of John Sterling.

Fuck you Stat-Boy said...

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I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™
I just got off of my shift at The Pizza Pit. Mommy had a sandwich waiting for me in my basement apartment and I ate it. Then I picked my zits and changed out of my cool orange and red uniform. After I attempted to sooth my onanism, I decided the world should know of the depth of my baseball knowledge. I insult everyone, but claim I’m the one being picked on. I’m Stat Boy!®™, and the world should pay for me being such a loser!
I’m Stat Boy!®™