It's 9:05am Eastern time, which is where I am right now - in the East. I'm typing on a laptop at my daughter's kitchen table. She lives in Queens, New York, a short cab ride from LaGuardia airport. I flew in there last night around midnight on my way to see Purdue play Old Dominion in the NCAA tournament.
The game's up in Hartford, Connecticut, but it cost about $500 each way to fly into Hartford from Chicago, and that's with at least one stop. It's better to fly into New York City, see my daughter Jeanie for a breakfast, and then drive the couple of hours in a rented car from Budge Rent-a-Car. The official price on the car is $48 per day, but after you add in all the taxes and fees, it's nearly double that.
It's really a two for one. I get to see Purdue play, which always fills my soul, and I get to hug my daughter, who lives in New York City. How she wound up in this massive confusion of a city, I have no idea. But here she is. Since I last hugged her, she has passed her nursing boards and got engaged. Over Christmas, her boyfriend, Daniel, had "the talk" with me. I consented. A couple months later he took Jeanie to Italy and asked her to marry him. It's a pretty good move.
Around 2pm I'll drive to Hartford. The game's not until 9:55 Eastern time. Who the hell plays a basketball game at 10pm? It won't end until after midnight. That's television for you.
The purpose is clear – keep WJOB radio going and build a streaming TV network. That’s what this blog is about. It’s for the three or four of you who take the journey with me in real time. And it’s for students at a small liberal arts school 50 years from now who stumble on our stuff.
“Wait, you mean that there were these towers sticking up in the air and they sent out electric waves and you could pick them up on a, what, receiver? How barbaric.”
It’s 3:19 on a Friday morning in the middle of March. Come to think of it – it’s the ides of March. I’m back in a wooden chair in the last row of class mumbling Shakespeare from a book the size of a toaster oven. Beware of toaster ovens.
This is the continuing life of a life of local radio. It comes in seasons, and, in Indiana, this is the season of high school basketball.
This morning, we broadcast a ton of games around the northern half of the state. From South Bend Washington High School for the 3A Regional, we broadcast: