Four More For Dinosaur

Having had more than one occasion this off season to suspect club President Derrick Hall might be the antichrist, it comes as something of a shock that The Prince of Redness and I are more or less in synch regarding broadcaster Greg Schulte's four year extension:

"Greg is the voice of the Arizona Diamondbacks. The passion he has for the game and for this team comes through in every broadcast. We are very excited he will continue to be a major part of it for years to come."

Schulte may not be the most dynamic radio man around, but his interest in baseball is authentic in the same way Thom Brennaman's is towards college football and careerism.  Every ball burg benefits from a familiar voice to pleasantly mark the lazy summers and matter of factly guide its denizens home from darkened interstates far, far away. Up around Oatman and Hyder, crackly Greg Schulte breaks through the static to share the simple treat of a ballgame and convey the promise that a distant Phoenician remembered to leave the light on.

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Now playing on the ipod: ...good Lord, I dont even have an ipod. Talk about dinosaurs! - I just finished reading One Man's Meat by E.B. White, however, a collection of essays he wrote before and during the war, from his farm on the Maine coast. Never got around to reading Charlotte's Web, but I'll make a point to do so after reading the crisply delivered insights in "Meat".  White's wicked observations on dogs alone justify the cost of the book. Oh, and I stole my title (and, alas, nothing else) for "Once More To The Diamond" from his classic on progress and mortality, "Once More To The Lake".