It is 10:15 on a weeknight. Far away from Mays Field, I sit in my modest home in Washington, DC, and listen to four friends, who I've never met, and likely never will. But day in and day out, year in and year out, they become a part of my daily routine, a part of my nighly ritual. And while night turns into morning, no matter the score, I find it damn near impossible to stop listening until the last out is recorded, the highlights replayed, and the wrap up concluded.
Thirteen months ago, amidst the jubilation of a World Series win, I felt a strange yet unmistakable pang of sadness. It is the same sadness I feel tonight. For I know that, at this time tomorrow, my friends will be gone, packed up for the winter.
Their unique personalities and styles come together seamlessly. They do more than tell the story, they provide depth, context, passion and knowledge. The bridge the present to the past, and bring the most far flung fans into the ballpark with them. They are not fans, but they understand us.
The fact that we are spoiled by good broadcasting has been well documented, on this and other sites. But in my mind, it can't be said enough, just how lucky we are to have the best broadcast team in baseball, bringing us the Giants every night.
So as the season comes to a close, I just thought I'd write a note of thanks, to Jon, Dave, Kruk and Kuip. This East Coast Giants fan will miss sharing my late nights and early mornings with you, and look forward to hearing from you next Spring.
Win or lose, I'll be listening.