Like I said, I’m Bob in the newspaper. I’m Bob on radio. I’m Bob on the streets. Well, actually, my street name is Hector. But in this blog (or should it be on this blog?) I’m Robert. And I want to thank the two people who have responded to the new me with the kindness and acceptance that goes with this venture.
On a side note, a week ago I asked a trivia question: Who were the four St. Louis Cardinals infielders who started for the National League in the 1964 All-Star Game? A few people have guessed, but nobody has been right. The answer: First baseman Bill White; second baseman Julian Javier, shortstop Dick Groat, third baseman Ken Boyer.
The Cardinals have been near and dear to me since 1963, Stan Musial’s final season. OK, that must mean I’m old. Perhaps even ancient. Pretty much. But what a life I have lived. I’ve done all but about 4,329 of the things I wanted to do. But there is still plenty of time.
What is some of the unfinished business in my life? Glad you asked. I would like to write a book. I would like to travel to Europe, New Zealand, Australia and British Columbia. I still haven’t been to several states: Oregon, Washington, Montana, Idaho, North Dakota, South Dakota, Michigan, Maine and New Hampshire.
I would like to do baseball play-by-play broadcasting. I would like for the Cardinals to win another World Series before I die. I would like for someone to make me understand the popularity of soccer. I would like to talk to a family member of Charles Nelson Reilly, just to find out what he was really like.
I want to take a cruise to Alaska. I want to cash a winning lottery ticket, even if it’s for $2. I want to make a hole-in-one. I want to see the Eagles, my favorite group, make a new CD instead of constantly cashing in on their song catelog.
I want to win a Pulitzer (fat chance). I want my son to be twice the sportswriter I am (fat chance). I want the best column of my life to be in my future. I’m not going to go quietly.