Watchdog

"recently much improved ESPN Classic" Lets see what this morning shows..9-11AM American Gladiators. 11-noon "Billiards from 2000.
Noon to 1PM "PBA Bowling from 1993" 1-6PM "2006 World Series of Poker". It doesn't get much lamer than that.

Neil,

Evel used to have a big home in Butte, Montana, in fact you could take a trolley tour- the hot spots of Butte Montana...yeah I know, why? When you would pass this tourist attaction, the tour guide would tell us all about how the tax man took Evel's home away. Which says more about what Montanan's think about our Govt., and how much they liked Evel. God Speed Evel. R.I.P.

Jim: It has a long way to go, but in fact in recent months it has cut back on Gladiators and billiards and added more old sports events. Really!

One of the last memories I have of my grandfather involved that Snake River Canyon jump. I remember the incredible amount of hype in the months leading up to it including seemingly endless references on ABC's Wide World of Sports and TV commercials for the closed circuit broadcast at local movie theaters. We happened to be at my grandparents in North Jersey on the day of the jump and for some reason my grandfather (who was in his mid 70's at the time) was really into the jump. He wasn't going to pay to go see it at a theater figuring it would turn up on Wide World of Sports in a few months, but WCBS radio promised to have a reporter at the scene and broadcast the blast off live. I can clearly remember sitting with him in the kitchen, adjusting his hearing aid, and cranking his old Crosely radio (the same one that he probably listened to the Hindenburg disaster on) to the max.

A young Ben Farnsworth was at the Snake River Canyon for WCBS that day and when the time came, Ben was working himself into an emotional frenzy - something he rarely did when he moved over to TV reporting. When the rocket took off and Evel started falling into the canyon, Farnsworth turned up the voice a few notches and started screaming "he's falling into the canyon. The parachute has opened and he's cascading rapidly into the river below." I then remember my grandfather turning to me, looking me in the eye and coldly remarking, "Well, the stupid son of a bitch killed himself." After being chastised by my grandmother for cursing in front of me, he turned off the Crosely, poured himself a glass of Schaefer beer from the quart jar that was in the fridge, lit up a cigarette, and turned off his hearing aid. Grandma didn't miss a beat in her verbal assault, seemingly not caring that he couldn't hear a word she was saying.

It wasn't until later that night that we found out that Evel was fine - never in danger for a second and that the American public was completely duped yet again. The memory of my grandparents in their natural state that afternoon was one that has not faded over the years. I think I'll go hunt down a six pack of Schaefer, turn off the Giants game, switch to ESPN Classic, and crack more than one in my grandfather's memory this afternoon. RIP Evel Knievel and Grandpa Bill.

One of the last memories I have of my grandfather involved that Snake River Canyon jump. I remember the incredible amount of hype in the months leading up to it including seemingly endless references on ABC's Wide World of Sports and TV commercials for the closed circuit broadcast at local movie theaters. We happened to be at my grandparents in North Jersey on the day of the jump and for some reason my grandfather (who was in his mid 70's at the time) was really into the jump. He wasn't going to pay to go see it at a theater figuring it would turn up on Wide World of Sports in a few months, but WCBS radio promised to have a reporter at the scene and broadcast the blast off live. I can clearly remember sitting with him in the kitchen, adjusting his hearing aid, and cranking his old Crosely radio (the same one that he probably listened to the Hindenburg disaster on) to the max.

A young Ben Farnsworth was at the Snake River Canyon for WCBS that day and when the time came, Ben was working himself into an emotional frenzy - something he rarely did when he moved over to TV reporting. When the rocket took off and Evel started falling into the canyon, Farnsworth turned up the voice a few notches and started screaming "he's falling into the canyon. The parachute has opened and he's cascading rapidly into the river below." I then remember my grandfather turning to me, looking me in the eye and coldly remarking, "Well, the stupid son of a bitch killed himself." After being chastised by my grandmother for cursing in front of me, he turned off the Crosely, poured himself a glass of Schaefer beer from the quart jar that was in the fridge, lit up a cigarette, and turned off his hearing aid. Grandma didn't miss a beat in her verbal assault, seemingly not caring that he couldn't hear a word she was saying.

It wasn't until later that night that we found out that Evel was fine - never in danger for a second and that the American public was completely duped yet again. The memory of my grandparents in their natural state that afternoon was one that has not faded over the years. I think I'll go hunt down a six pack of Schaefer, turn off the Giants game, switch to ESPN Classic, and crack more than one in my grandfather's memory this afternoon. RIP Evel Knievel and Grandpa Bill.

Welcome back, John! I was starting to worry we had lost you as a commenter!

Nah! I'm still detoxing from baseball season and reading classic literature. Have a fun day reading the Imus comments.

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