First Baseball Broadcast of 2025

Yes, it's a distraction I look forward to every year...SF Giants on KNBR. They've been a .500 club these last couple of years including only a handful of outstanding performances while being bullied by the Dodgers and Padres in their league. There's always the underlying hope that they'll break-out with a secret weapon that will launch them back into the playoffs and World Series. We know how well the SF Giants can excell in the World Series..2010, 2012 and 2014 and not that far out of our rear view mirror. What's ten years? Actually, the entire roster has changed, with the exception of Buster Posey...President of Baseball Operations. Buster knows!

So Much For New Years' Resolutions

I tried to put politics on the back burner, I really did but....This dude is 'out there', so far beyond right field...all the way over the Lefty O'Doul Bridge. Brings back the old Barry McGuire song, 'Eve Of Destruction'. Extreme-ism is seldom rewarded in America and I do not believe this attempt to destroy the humanitarian vein that we have nurtured and exercised in our fair country these last sixty years is going to be wiped away easily. We have learned to care about all of our friends and neighbors, no matter their handicap, no matter their color, no matter their country of origin. We all want the same perks of life in America. White Supremeism bares it's ugly head every few decades and then scurries under the sink and floorboards like a wave of cockroaches. What will it take to change America's negative spiral into the mindless depths of ninety years ago. The parallels are so obvious. Wake-up America, Wake-up Germany...we are better than that. Do it for the children.

Offroad Explorer... On My Bicycle

It was 1973, I stepped into a bicycle shop in southern Michigan and bought a Motobecane Grand Jubilee. Battle Creek Bicycles was partially owned by my best friend from grade school who'd just returned from Vietnam and wanted to marry my sister. Yes, he gave me a special price because it was my twenty-third birthday and I had just graduated from Cal State Fresno and, he wanted to marry my sister. I took that bike and a duffle and hitched back to California. I set up camp at the south end of The Sierra Nevada, found a small cabin that I traded for ranch hand labor on Erskine Creek. Winter was not very serious that year at 2,000ft. I put a rack and a sleeping bag on the back of that French steed and explored the dirt roads within a twenty-five mile radius of Bodfish, Kern County California. Kelso Valley, Saddle Springs, Sherman Pass, Breckenridge Lookout. I was curious, healthy and enjoying self-propelled adventuring. My tires were narrow and the roads were rough but dumb-luck was with me, I had a pump and a patchkit, never once did I flat. That Winter, I met a girl, Franny...said she was curious about pedaling up the California coast. After a few rides with her I said, Let's do it. She said a friend would take us to San Luis Obispo in his truck and we could start from there. I said, This highway is all downhill to Bakersfield, Let's just ride to San Luis Obispo.