“In the end, the games matter.
Enough said.”
I appreciate the affirmation from “Uncle Verne,” as he is affectionately known in most circles. Fitting, given his vivid imagery during his compelling story-telling each Saturday afternoon in the fall, every March on hardwood or perched high atop the 16th green at August National. This book was a gift to my best friend a few years ago (I believe it may have been signed, no?) but I insisted he’d lend it to me in the future. Fortunately, I’m now a regular at my local Half Price Books and I snagged this for $8.99.
As it pertains to my sports fandom over the last 30 years, Verne Lindquist stands alongside not only my personal favorite sportscasters/journalists, but he stands taller in the pantheon of the all-time greats to broadcast a competitive contest. It’s Verne, it’s Pat Hughes, it’s Doc Emerick, Gary Thorne, Brad Nessler, Dick Enberg… those names gave every game new life, new meaning. It gave them purpose of a story yet untold from play to play, pitch to pitch, shot by shot. These personalities told a different story every time they stepped in front of a camera or flipped on the radio. Their passion eventually became mine as a pre-teen, so much so that I pursued Northwestern’s prestigious Medill School of Journalism. Evanston was too rich for my blood, but I wanted to be a broadcaster, print journalist, beat reporter… I wanted it all. There was a brief time I thought I aspired to stand in the same crowded room of great sports journalists.
Alright, here’s where I lament the two-star review. As a journalism major myself, I hold our written English language in the highest regard. I cringe when family or friends make the most basic (and sometimes egregious) spelling, grammar or syntax errors. Some hills I will gladly die on more than most (I’ve since pumped the brakes on my vendetta with the Oxford comma). However, when I pick up a book by one of the most prominent names in recent broadcast journalism, I expect the edited, polished copy to be immaculate. Initially, I thought I was overly critical in the first couple chapters. The aforementioned friend later confirmed my harsh commentary when he said “riddled with editing and grammar errors, if I recall.”
Now, this doesn’t ALL fall squarely on the author’s shoulders. He shares that dubious honor with his editors and the publisher. I’m referring to spelling errors, subject-verb agreement and even a moment or two of fact-checking (or lack there of). As it pertains to passive voice… if you ever sat in a remedial English course or subsequent spelling and grammar lessons, you know about passive voice. I would assume shoot it into the sun where it concerns writing books or scholarly articles. It’s not a good look. I challenge ALL of you to be better.
I wanted compelling first-hand accounts of his favorite moments across his colorful career. He delivered. I have no qualms with the quality of content. Admittedly, there were a couple subtle potshots at former broadcast partners or athletes that weren’t entirely necessary. It was a touch disappointing to read those. Verne, I still love you and couldn’t have imagined some of these classic moments without you. I certainly hope you’re enjoying retired life in Steamboat. Apparently, there may be a future publication of additional stories. If you switch editors and grab a dictionary, then I can’t wait to jump back in.