June 3, 2008By Gabby Winkel Posted: Jun 3, 2008
So I'm gearing up for summer television viewing. Of course, the soaps have no repeats — it's all new, all the time. So my soap viewing is taken care of. As I cover OLTL, which has been terrific lately, I have the returns of Marty, Tina, Carlo and Cain to look forward to. Plus the 40th anniversary of the show, which I've heard is going to be very special.
I am also waiting patiently for the return of MAD MEN. Expect much blogging from me as the first airdate (sometime in July) grows closer.
Now my close friends (might I consider readers of this blog friends? Hmmm. I think so) know that I am a new baseball fan. I have just recently begun to follow the New York Mets. People who know me well have a hard time when they hear me say "I watched the game last night" or "I read in the sports pages...." Frankly, I was stunned the first time I turned to a sports radio station in my car. But it's all about change, isn't it? As I find my conversion to summer sports amusing, I will take this opportunity to share it with you all. My boyfriend is a diehard Mets fan. I often have to remind him that he doesn't own the team, he doesn't lose money if they don't do well, so he need not become a crabapple if they lose. Often when we watched the games (and it's all about togetherness), I would doze off or half listen. I didn't care about the sport, but I did enjoy the camaraderie of SNY commentators Gary Cohen (Gar), Ron Darling (Ronnie) and Keith Hernandez. You could tell how much they enjoyed working together and how much they love the sport. They charmed me. That said, I would sometimes have the television on while I would play Peggle, a highly addictive computer game. I would sometimes have the Mets on so I could report the score if my boyfriend called in. That was last year. Then I shareed with him/them the horror of the Mets collapse last September. (No further discussion of that needed.) Then Gar, Ronnie and Keith disappeared. I missed them. I missed their chatter. What did they do doing the off-season, I wondered. Did they hang out? Play golf? Do commercials for Hair Club for Men or Sovereign bank? Where were they? WHERE?
Then they returned this spring and for some reason I started to watch the games, and I mean watch. No reading a magazine while watching. Or cleaning out my purse while watching. I was watching. Now I rush home for the pre-game show. I listen to the analysis. I know what they are talking about. I stayed up last night to watch the Giant/Mets game from San Francisco. I can name the players. I watch their averages go up and down. (However, I don't have them memorized.) After every viewing I learn something new about the intricacies of the game. And of course, there is something very soap opera-like about the sport. Will so-and-so get traded? Or, horrors of horrors, be "sent down"? Will Willie keep his job? What, for example, happens in that clubhouse? When a cluster of players meet at the pitcher's mound, what do they talk about? Why must there be so much spitting? When they lose a game, what is said in that clubhouse? I understand there's a chef there. And how do I get a tour of that mysterious clubhouse anyway?
Thanks for reading. Keep watching whatever you want to watch, and stay in touch! And Gar, Ronnie and Keith: Thanks for everything.