Let me explain.
All of us have been in that particular situation. We're driving on the highway at night, it's late and there's no one really to call. The music aint appealing, there's nothing to eat and we find ourselves dead bored. With no choice at all, we turn on the radio and tune into Sports Radio; the place where nocturnals convene to discuss things that frankly, nobody in their family would give a darn to hear.
We begin to awaken. The world seems alive again. Who is this guy? How does he keep me up and interested in things (with more productiveness than 2 cans of Red Bull)? I'm sucked in. His personality spills through the airwaves and his words rings true in my ears. He's got a unique sense of humor, a nice size portion of wit, and a mouthful of tongue in cheek. Best of all, he's stamped as 100% Jewish and is qualified to be our very own and personal Radio Zaidy.
His name is Steve Somers.
Mr. Somers (although he says it's okay to call him Mr. Steve), as you probably know by now, is a Sports Radio Talk Show Host for WFAN and has been with the station since its inception in 1987. Nicknamed "The Shmoozer", Steve likes each and every listener as much as they are fond of him. He's a die hard Met fan who bleeds orange and blue, while his favorite color is black; everything he wears is black.(We'll forgive him for the fact that he roots for the Jets).
I must say that over the past year and a half that I have called him (and the many years of listening), I've come to learn that he is truly a voice to reckon with. Whether it's his loud and coarse laugh or his sharp and original sense of humor - you can always know that your in for a treat on weeknights from 10:00 - 1:00 AM. Never a bad word to say about anyone (excluding the Yankees and Islanders) - he is a gentleman on and off the air. I take everyone's words on the latter half of the previous sentence - I've never met him. Who says I ever will?
Bloggers everywhere got together tonight to discuss the theme of tonight's posts. We collectively decided on writing about "our hero". Superman, Joe DiMaggio and Moses were quickly chosen and I was the only one left without a decision. The group turned to me with bated breath to see whom I would choose as my favorite person of all time. I thought of a man who encompasses it all. A hero doesn't necessarily have to fly, achieve a 56 game hitting streak, nor does he have to split the sea. A hero is someone whom I believe can do it if he chose to.
My hero is Tony Paige.
Just kidding, Steve. You get my vote.
Now... the real reason I called was to discuss the 2009 Champions of Baseball - OUR New York Mets.