It’s summertime, which means it is cold and foggy here in San Francisco and the boys of summer are frolicking in the park. Also, there are baseball games going on in the stadium. I actually had two opportunities to see the San Francisco Giants play this week (it never rains but it pours here in California): one with John Bremner, which I had to turn down because of scheduling conflicts; and another last night, which I was able to attend with Gideon Weil, senior editor at HarperOne (“We publish people who see dead people”). Gideon bought the chance to meet the Giant’s announcers in their broadcast booth and good seats for the game at an auction to support the local Jewish Community Center, and he invited Eric Brandt, Jeff Hobbs, and me along.
We entered the ballpark the back way—at one point Eric wondered if we were going to get rubbed out—but once we were safely inside the broadcast booth we met Jon Miller, the voice of the Giants, who can apparently keep talking about anything you want forever; Mike Krukow, the former pitcher; and Erwin Higueros and Tito Fuente (funny man) over in the Spanish-language booth. The Giants were playing the St. Louis Cardinals, so we also got to meet their announcers, Mike Shannon and Al Hrabosky. It was very entertaining to hear to all those mellifluous, velvety, resonant voices ribbing each other and telling stories. Listening to them banter—getting in a few illegal words and suggestive stories before they went on air and had to behave—reminded me of what my friends Regis Goodwin, Erlend Kimmich, and I sounded like in middle school, except our jokes were less clever and our voices were much higher and always cracking.
Then we went to our seats and saw a good game. We ate hot dogs and burgers, the home team won, and everyone was happy. Everyone, that is, except Gideon—he’s originally from St. Louis. But he was glad to have met Mike Shannon.