Hearing Voices & Horse Heads & Simple Things & Rooting Interest
I woke up to the sound of my daughter’s voice.
Samantha wasn’t in my bedroom or somewhere in the house, yapping away about something I didn’t quite understand.
She was on the radio, yapping away about something I didn’t quite understand.
I was still groggy from a deep sleep so all I heard was Sam talking with some authority about bull semen.
I had no idea what started that topic, and I had no idea my daughter knew so much about bull semen.
As I was working on this blog post, my wife Mary explained to me that a Minnesota farmer had $70,000 worth of bull semen stolen from his barn and Sam was reacting to that. All I can say is that’s a lot of bull … semen.
Neither Mary nor I know why Sam knows so much about bull semen.
Anyway, Mary sets her alarm every morning so that Sam’s radio show wakes her up. If I’m not already up and at ’em, it wakes me up, too.
That, by the way, is the name of the show Sam works on, “The Up And At ’Em Show” on Twin Cities News Talk AM 1130. Sam was hired a few weeks ago to be the show’s producer.
It’s a great job for anyone who wants to be involved in radio. It’s an even greater job when you’re only 19 years old, like Sam.
If somebody said to me a year ago, “A Sansevere will be on a morning radio show in April of 2015 and it won’t be you,” I likely would have said something like, “What the blankety-blank are you talking about?”
Well, here it is April of 2015 and there is a Sansevere on morning radio and it isn’t me. It is the eldest of my five children, who a year ago wasn’t really sure what career path she wanted to venture down.
Sam loves her job and I am very happy and proud of her, even when she talks about bull semen.
(Posted April 10, 2015)
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I love my wife, Mary. There are many reasons. One of them is she is my blog muse.
The things she writes on Facebook sometimes inspire me.
For instance, she wrote about our 5-year-old daughter, Sienna, leaving one of our national championship trophies in our bed.
The trophy is a horse head.
That prompted Mary to write, “Something about finding a horse head in my bed this morning made me think of the movie ‘Godfather,’ which made me wonder about the meaning in the movie when the movie producer woke up with a horse head in his bed.”
She then went into Google mode and found an explanation from the “New Yorker” magazine that said, “We asked you a favor, and you said no. We know that you prize this champion horse and want to breed it. You dream of the colts it might produce, making you millions. You dream you are safe in your big mansion. You dream. All your dreams are dependent upon us. We can kill your dreams. We can breach your secure home. We can and will kill all you love. We can get to you, too. You aren’t safe even though you think you are. You are nothing to us. Obey our wishes or accept the consequences. This is your only warning. This is an offer you can’t refuse.”
Mary’s reaction to the explanation in the “New Yorker” magazine: “That’s way too dark and heavy for me. Let’s just go back to the first thought I had, which was just a certain little 5-year-old playing with trophies.”
Mary grew up in Wisconsin. What my little Sienna did might seem innocent to a Wisconsin gal.
I grew up in Jersey, where there are people who make the characters in “The Sopranos” look like a bunch of wimps.
I don’t know if what my little Sienna did was innocent or not. I do know this: I’m not taking any chances. I’m going to get her that doll she wants.
I don’t want to find no horse head on my side of the bed.
You know the line that goes, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
It had to come from somebody who didn’t have a 5-year-old daughter. If they did, the line would have gone like this: Hell hath no fury like a little girl who doesn’t get the doll she wants.
(Posted April 9, 2015)
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It doesn’t have to be your wedding day. You don’t have to win the lottery, witness the birth of your child or find sunken treasure while snorkeling on vacation in Tahiti.
Sometimes, it is the tiniest or simplest things that bring joy.
For instance, my wife Mary was joyous yesterday because of the water in our barn. It’s not as if the water had turned to wine. It was just water, but Mary was ecstatic.
How ecstatic? Well, let’s just say I wish she was that ecstatic when I put a move on her in our boudoir. Anyway, see for yourself what she told Facebook friends:
IT’S A MIRACLE!
The pesky so-called “frost-free” hydrant in the most convenient spot in the busiest aisle of the barn that has been frozen for two months is THAWED OUT!
It’s a hundred years old and leaky and junky and when the heat tape on it shorted out on one of the coldest January nights it froze and we couldn’t get it going again.
All of us have been hauling water over from the other side of the barn for two months.
If that doesn’t seem like a big deal that means on the other side of a barn with 40 full-size box stalls and a 70 x 120 arena in the middle. If anybody is using the arena you have to take the long way around.
One of our boarders (poor Mike) caught me singing hallelujah but I didn’t care.
He might’ve been even happier than I was.
Big moments and big rewards are wonderful but, like I said a few paragraphs north of here, sometimes it’s the tiniest or simplest things that bring joy.
And that is my the lesson/sermon for today. I promise not to be so preachy in tomorrow’s blog post.
(Posted April 8, 2015)
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Usually, I don’t use this blog to write about sports.
I do a daily show on Sports Radio 105 the Ticket and I still write a sports column for the St. Paul Pioneer Press. I figure if I have something to say about sports, I’ll say it over the air or in the paper.
Once in a while, I make an exception.
Today is one of those days.
There’s something I want to share.
As a grizzled and cynical sports columnist who has been covering sports for decades, I don’t root for people or teams.
OK, I’ve done it twice.
I rooted for John Gagliardi, who coached college football for more than 60 years.
Most of John’s time was spent at St. John’s University. Before retiring in 2012, John set the all-time record for wins by a college football coach. I didn’t root for him because he won a lot of games. I rooted for him because he is a good person.
Every time I talked to him, whether in person or on the phone, John always asked about my family. No other coach or athlete or team executive does that.
I enjoyed talking to John, and not just because he asked about my family and not because he was a fellow Italian, something he always noted by calling me a “paisan.”
A lot of things go into why you like somebody. You can’t always put a finger on it. So I’ll put it this way: I just liked the guy.
As a columnist, I liked that he was a machine, a quote machine. At his final kickoff luncheon, he told the folks assembled, ““I’m shooting for 500 wins and I need 16 more to get there. I figure if I can win two a year, I’ll get there in eight years. If I only get one a year, I’ll get there in 16. And if we don’t win a single game over the next 25 years or so, at least I’ll still have a winning record when I retire at the age of 112.”
He was one of the nicest and most engaging people I’ve met, in or out of sports.
John broke my decades-long string of objectivity, becoming the first person I rooted for. (I know the proper way to write it is “for whom I rooted,” but this is a blog post, not a tutorial in proper word usage.)
The second person I’ve rooted for is Tyus Jones.
I rooted for Tyus Jones on Monday night. He didn’t let me or Duke fans down, leading the Blue Devils over Wisconsin in the NCAA championship game. (We’re talking about college basketball for you non-sports fans.)
Tyus wasn’t good. He was terrific, and was named the championship game’s Most Outstanding Player.
I first met Tyus when he was a sophomore at Apple Valley High School. I was doing a column on him for the Pioneer Press.
I said it then to him. I say it now to you. He was the most mature 15-year-old I ever interviewed.
I knew this was a young man with great things ahead of him.
Last year, I asked Tyus to join me and Superstar Mike Morris to do occasional segments on Sports Radio 105 the Ticket. We talked basketball. He was terrific. He could have a career in broadcasting some day.
Of course, he still has a lot of basketball left to play.
I will continue to root for him.
(Posted in April 2015)