"And Jeremy Moran is down in the number 5 fairway, he needs medical assistance" "...He's fine, just get him a cigarette"
I love that the unticket posts full shows without ads now. I listen to the first hour and a half of the musers from the previous day during the first hour of Norm and Donnies show.
Also, this bad radio reports could not be getting less of a reaction from the rest of the show...poor dan
stay hard Blackie Legendary News sportswriter Blackie Sherrod dies at 96 [email protected] Staff Writer Published: 28 April 2016 02:00 PM Updated: 28 April 2016 04:39 PM Blackie Sherrod, the greatest Texas sportswriter of his generation or any other, now and forevermore, died Thursday afternoon at age 96. Sherrod died at his home in Dallas of natural causes, said his wife, Joyce. He had been in hospice care for the past week. Sherrod was voted Texas Sportswriter of the Year a record 16 times and was honored with the prestigious Red Smith Award, national recognition for lifetime achievement. He won so many awards over more than six decades at Texas newspapers, including The Dallas Morning News starting in 1985, that he stopped keeping plaques or certificates for anything other than first place. But his greatest trophies may have been the lasting memories he created for legions of readers and his peers, in particular. Felix McKnight, the late Dallas newspaperman who hired Sherrod at the Dallas Times Herald and had him do everything from a political convention to a moon shot to coordinating coverage of the Kennedy assassination, called him “the best newspaperman I ever knew.” To best-selling author Dan Jenkins, speaking for generations of sportswriters Sherrod mentored, he was simply “our hero.” The subjects he covered in a Runyonesque style much imitated, never duplicated, held him in similarly high regard. "He was different from the other guys," said Roger Staubach, the former Cowboys quarterback. "You'd sit down and know you're gonna read Blackie's column. He definitely had a following." Golfer Don January called him “the best writer I ever read.” The late University of Texas football coach Darrell Royal, with whom Sherrod wrote one of the only two books he ever finished, once said he always enjoyed being interviewed by him. “He’s different and clever,” Royal said. “I was never bored, talking to him or reading him.” Short-lived football career Born William Forrest Sherrod on Nov. 9, 1919, in the central Texas town of Belton, he was a product of the times, upbringing, education and inclinations. The only son of a failed farmer-turned-barber who called him Forrest, after his grandfather, he read every book in the Belton library. His tastes eventually ran to Damon Runyon, Dorothy Parker, Max Shulman, S.J. Perelman and James Thurber. After a year at Baylor on academic scholarship, he transferred to Howard Payne in Brownwood, where he played football until a hip injury ended his athletic career. He played trumpet in the school band to keep his scholarship and later fronted a seven-piece Dixieland band. He also took up the guitar and led a nine-piece swing band. His artistic talents would even lead to painting, a hobby he took up in earnest later in life. His football career may have been brief, but it left a mark. A football coach, noting his perpetual tan, pinned on him the politically incorrect nickname Blackie, which he didn’t like. He decided to keep it when an editor told him it would make him memorable with readers. A budding newspaper career with the Temple Telegram was interrupted by World War II. He served as a torpedo plane tailgunner on the U.S.S. Saratoga. When his plane went down in the South Pacific, the buckle on his seat restraint jammed, and he had to cut himself out of the harness. The plane sank 45 seconds after he got out. The war experience helped form his outlook on his chosen profession. “My generation of writers — and the people we idolized and studied — came along right after World War II,” he told D Magazine in 1986. “There had been so much seriousness, the country was so grim, everyone just wanted to have fun when the war was over. We were the products of an era that was seeking laughs and entertainment. That’s the way we tried to write it.” Covering the FW Cats The only beat he ever covered was the Fort Worth Cats, then a Dodgers farm club, for the now-defunct Fort Worth Press. For eight years, he went to spring training in Florida, where he cultivated New York’s newspaper giants, Red Smith and Stanley Woodward. They liked the flashy young Texan with the dark, wavy hair because he listened so well. That, and he had a car. Sherrod also surrounded himself with talent back home. At the Press, he hired more talent than any small newspaper had a right to: Dan Jenkins, Bud Shrake, Gary Cartwright and Jerre Todd, among others. Todd, applying for a position covering baseball, introduced himself with a hook slide into the sports editor’s desk. Sherrod looked down, smiled and said, “You’re hired.” Shrake, who, like Jenkins, became a best-selling author, once recalled the day Jenkins took him to the Press. “It was hot as hell,” he said. “The ceiling fans were blowing the soot that came from this one air vent. The Teletype machines were clacking, and there was Blackie, sitting back in the corner, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. “The minute I walked in, I fell totally in love.” Sherrod encouraged his talented young staff to be different from their bigger, well-heeled competition, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, and take chances. But heaven help you if you wrote something so pretentious as to end up on Sherrod’s bulletin board. ‘God forbid if you got something wrong’ “Blackie kept us all scared to death,” said Shrake, who died in 2009. “We liked him, and we hung out with him, but it wasn’t even to be considered that you’d be a minute late. “And God forbid if you got something wrong.” Sherrod also taught his young charges not to get too technical, and to remember that they’re writing about people and games. “Red Smith wasn’t a sportswriter,” Sherrod said in 1999. “Jim Murray wasn’t a sportswriter. Jimmy Cannon wasn’t. There wasn’t a one who could tell you the definition of the infield fly rule.” McKnight hired Sherrod at the late Times Herald in 1958 and promptly promoted him to assistant managing editor. He raised eyebrows when he had Sherrod write columns from the Democratic National Convention in Los Angeles in 1960. Readers affirmed his decision in hundreds of letters to the editor. On Nov. 22, 1963, McKnight assembled stories from the paragraphs supplied by Sherrod, who took calls from reporters across the city who were covering the JFK assassination. His favorite non-sports assignment: His columns from Cape Canaveral in 1969 when Apollo 11 landed on the moon, for which he won a prestigious Headliner Award. For science writing. “Science writing,” he said in 1999. “Me. I made a D in chemistry in high school.” He wasn’t just about sports His wide range of interests was evident in his sports copy, not to mention the books that lined his library and conversation with his peers. “It bothered him a little that so few of the sportswriters he was around were very alert in things outside sports,” Cowboys president and general manager Tex Schramm said in 1999. The News hired Sherrod away from the Times Herald in 1985. He continued to write sports columns for another 10 years until he cut it down to his popular Scattershooting column on Sundays and a weekly piece for the editorial pages. Burl Osborne, editor of The News in 1985, hired Sherrod at the height of the Dallas newspaper war. Both sides considered it the final blow."We could document that circulation went up when Blackie came over," former executive sports editor Dave Smith said. "People were telling us, 'I'll switch papers because I follow Blackie Sherrod.'"His Sunday Scattershooting column was the hottest thing going." Asked at 80 why he kept writing, Sherrod said because “they seem to want it.” But it was personal, too. Married twice, he never had any children of his own. His legacy was what he created on a blank page or screen. “Writing is the joy of the business,” he once said. “There’s a good feeling of getting the right word. It’s always like a rhythm when it’s right.”
The campound starts tomorrow at 3 and goes thru the hardline friday. The deep night ticket is some of the best radio these guys do.
From Junior during a late-night session a few years back..."And then an alien ship appeared...shaped like Sam Perkins"
I missed this. But did catch the birth of lemmit smith on the hardline. And almost suffocated from laughing so hard when corby gave emmitt the nickname "the galloping queef"
missed sex talk but caught a good bit of coast to coast. when he described the planet Jamaal I about lost my mind
I swear if you went back to the beginning of the year the full Norm & Donny roster has been in attendance 50% of the time. Maybe less. It's uncanny.
Yeah I was just thinking about that...as I turned off the ticket and downloaded the Musers episode from yesterday so I could listen to the 5:30 through 7 am portion of the show instead of Norm and Donny.
Yeah I never make it more than one or two segments, but it seems they've all taken 2+ weeks of vacation at different times. Can't decide if I like that model better or when an entire show will take 1-2 weeks off together. Dry dock is brutal, but at least the Musers and Hardline rip the band aid off all at once.
They don't have a great bench. The weekend shows are ok but my biggest complaint with most of those guys is that they try really hard to be "Ticket Personalities" rather than be themselves. Plus there's not a lot of room for promotion. Ben and Skin were the best thing they've developed in a while and they had to leave to progress. I wonder if Corby sticks it out for a while with Danny/Jake and maybe a new replacement once Mike retires
Jake is a pretty decent broadcaster (compared to the other spares at the station) but I think he is a complete beating. I would struggle to listen to a show run by Jake. He has some of Corbys worst qualities but isn't as funny as Corby can be.
My brother in law knows George decently well and he seems unsure as to whether the Musers will continue after their current contracts expire. I don't know what the hell I will do in the morning if the Musers call it quits. Although if just George quits, I think the show could replace him with Doocy and still be great (assuming Doocy would do it)
And tbh i think gordo would make whoever they move to morning drive more listenable. Keeping him is priority 1
After 20-plus years of waking up at 3:30 in the morning, I'd be surprised if the Musers are still going 5 years from now. George's last kid is about to move out of the house and Craig never had any.
I don't get interested in the personal lives of these guys too much but yesterday Craig said something about he has no plans to marry or have kids, but I thought he got married several years ago? I guess that didn't work?
He definitely got married a few years back. Last I can remember him mentioning having a wife was when her business was on Shark Tank, but that was probably 3+ years ago at this point.
Basically I just said thats what I read online and it fit the timeline but I'm not 100% certain, and that for the sake of the junes I was going to delete it
Didn't know that was why they got divorced, I figured she got tired of putting up with his sometimes pompous personality. I think Junes was pretty close to pulling the plug the last time the contracts got renewed, he's talked a few times in the past (but not anytime recently that I can remember) about feeling burned out by the morning drive time grind.
Yeah, as I said earlier, he's on his second decade making a lot of money with no dependents. At some point he'll realize he just doesn't want to wake up at 3:30 anymore. Although I will say it seems like they're having more fun than ever -- and pulling better ratings than ever. But there is a history of guys doing morning radio for a long time like them dying early