There’s been a spike in traffic to my site. I guess you could call it a March Madness spike? I don’t know what to call it. It should probably be something catchy because it happens every year during the NCAA tournament. This year, however, saw a much larger increase in traffic to posts about one topic in particular. It’s probably because of UCLA’s return to the Sweet 16 for the first time since 2008. During the month of March, people stumble upon my blog because of this song:
Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer
Apparently I’m not the only person who remembers this song. I’m not the only one who loved this song. I’m not the only one who wants to hear the song again. Because a lot of people searched for it this March.
It used to be online. I even linked to it. But now it has disappeared. I’m sorry if you’ve stumbled upon my blog in an effort to find the song. I’ll do what I can to find another copy of it. And when I do, I’ll be sure to share it again for all the world to hear when they start searching for it again next March.
Listening to Paul Harvey has always made me think of my Grandpa. There was nothing about his voice that sounded like Grandpa’s. Nothing about his appearance that looked like Grandpa. But listening to him always made me think of Grandpa.
Grandpa owned a trophy shop. During Summer Break, when business was especially busy and I had tons of free time, I’d go over to Grandpa’s shop and help him assemble trophies. And without fail, we listened to Paul Harvey.
After Grandpa died, I would remember him every time I heard Mr. Harvey on the radio. I can’t help but think about how much Aiden and Alyson would have loved Grandpa. I know he was passionate about things and I’m sure he got upset about things, but I remember him as a big man full of love and laughter. He would have gotten such a kick out of Alyson running around like a dog, and Aiden rockin’ out on air guitar.
And, of course, he would be happy to know that I’m raising my kids right – they bleed Cream & Crimson.
So tonight, I weep over the passing of Paul Harvey. Not just because the nation has lost a radio legend, but because of the memories his voice would evoke (even though he’s been off the air since 2001). And tonight, I cannot help but long for the time when I finally make it home…
I just discovered that there’s a new radio station in town…
98 The Sports Fox (AM 980)!
Not only does this mean that I don’t have to listen to a bunch of locals talk about how they think the SEC is supreme in everything when I want to get my sports information, it also means that I can now listen to Jim Rome once again! I missed you, Romie!
On a somewhat related note, I read this column in the Indy Star today. “Killer” really thinks he’s going to be picked in tomorrow night’s NBA Draft? Sounds like he has been using Mike Davis’s rose-colored glasses a little too much. It’ll probably be the fans’ fault if no team drafts him – right? While Marco was great against Duke, he really showed his weaknesses throughout the Big Ten season. I think he’ll be very lucky to get picked, but that’s just me…