Well, where there is a will there is a way, and I spent many hours after midnight or early in the morning doing newspaper work so I would be free the next day and night. But it was worth it, and I had a blast calling those games on the radio.
You see, it just wasn’t a thing where I showed up at 7 p.m. ready to call a game. If the team was on the road and the game was in the Metroplex, the bus left the square in “downtown” Graham at 1:30.
The coach always wanted to watch the home team in batting practice, so we boarded “the iron lung” early those afternoons only to return after midnight.
The TCL was a league where the kids stayed with host families and did not stay in hotels on the road. Therefore, if Graham had a three-game series at McKinney, it was three there-and-back bus trips three days in a row.
But the buses were equipped with TVs and the guys brought DVD movies to help pass the time. That’s another memory of the summer of ‘04, I bet I saw every sports movie that had ever been shown in a 10-week period.
But the long bus trips were also gave me a chance to really sit down and visit with the guys. Graham and all the other teams in the wooden-bat summer league had players from not only the Big 12, but from the Pac 12, ACC, SEC and from schools not in big conferences.
The guys were trying to improve their respective games, and so was I. Although I make my bread-and-butter through writing, I have to admit I really dig broadcasting live games on the radio.
And again, this gave me a chance to live the life of a baseball broadcaster, albeit in a shorter time frame – two months as opposed to six.