Sometimes choosing the right words means not sticking to the script.
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who's got what for how much the reviews? Raw pretty much five star, very flattering New York Times calls are best seller. I think it would make a dandy Christmas present. People still say dandy anymore. I don't know, but your copy awaits at micro dotcom, Slash book. This is the way I heard The tension hung in the air a palpable thing. With two down and runners on the corners, the batter crowded the plate and the pitcher waited for his side. He got it and unleashed a fastball, very high and very inside the batter duct both benches leaped to their feet and the umpire issued a warning now with the counter. Three into and the prospect of a brawl, very real them. And behind the microphone, knew exactly how to play it. It all comes down to this. Ladies and gentlemen, the moment of truth, this epoch
frontier, where two men meat on the field of battle, but only one can prevail in, genes and living rooms across the country fan. Leaned into their radios and held their collective breath as the pitcher went into a stretch, the runner on first bolted for second, the pitcher ignored him and served up a wicked slighter. The batter swung and sent the ball deep into left field, but just fell the crowd groaned, but stayed on their feet. The catch, her walk to the mound for a quick conference. The batter stepped back into the box and waited for the sign He wanted. He got it this time. A change up at another foul ball high into the cheap seats. The announcer disguise the chaos as the two men fought for the souvenir painting, a picture that came up Five in the mind's eye of all those who listened, but the drama was just getting started. The next three pitches were all foul balls. Each sent to a different
are the stadium so over the next three after that and the next three. After that it wasn't extror. Mary opportunity for the tall irish kid with the radio voice in a Hollywood smile, and he made the most of every second, the batter stepping out of the box at the last moment to disrupt the pictures timing, the pitcher prowling the mouth like a tiger determined to get into the batteries head. Each pitch had become a chess match, a steely test of wills. Brought to life by the announcers urgent, bear a tone of voice the dripped with anticipation and possibility, another foul ball and another after that and another after that. Finally, after fourteen foul balls, half a dozen trips to the mound and nearly twelve minutes of unrelenting tension, the man
behind the MIKE set the scene for the final time here we are, ladies and gentlemen. Another moment of truth in this ban Oh royal, another pay off pitch in eternal show down this operatic content asked of wills. Both men are exhausted and both understand exactly what they must do here is the wind up and here's the pitch strike fast in art and write down the middle and the site is retired and so ended. One of them unusual at bats in the history of baseball, a called third strike on a batter of no great consequence from a pitcher of no particular acclaim in a game of no great importance, chronicled for posterity by and announcer who made the whole thing up
It's true the batter did strike out, but all those foul balls and everything in between was a figment of the sports castors imagination. You see In those days, baseball games were called by announcers in radio stations. Far from the actual ballpark. They sat in small gray rooms behind large grey microphones waiting for a telegraph operator to send them the play by play, which they would then bring to life as best they could but when this particular telegraph signal was interrupted in the middle of this particular game, this particular sports Gaster didn't panic. The man behind the MIKE closed his eyes and called the game exactly the way he imagined it and the fans loved him for it and so
Decades later, it came as no great surprise when America down to watch the biggest game of the year and listened with rapt attention to the play by play delivered by the now legendary broadcaster, a man who understood the importance of choosing just the right words at just the right time. Once again, the tension hung in the air, a palpable thing prospect of a brawl seemed very real and once again, when the moment came for the pay off pitch, the words he chose did not appear on his teleprompter or on the approved transcript on the podium before him
No, the words he chose on that particular day were his and his alone. Mr Gorbachev tear down this wall. This was no game, but those words were a strike nevertheless thrown fast and hard and write down the middle deliver Third, extemporaneous solely by the man behind the MIKE a man who knew exactly how to play at the fortieth president. Of these United States and the most influential sports gaster of all time, Ronald Reagan. Anyway, that's wired.
Transcript generated on 2019-12-31.