Monthly Archives: June 2007

Hey kid, listen to me

I have a new pet peeve, one I just endured a few minutes ago while filling up with gas (which is back to nearly $3 by the way).

A kid pulled up to Quik Trip. He had his hat on cockeyed and he was wearing a muscle shirt and I’m sure he was one of those guys who thought he was all that.

Anyway, when he went into the store he left his windows down and his car stereo going _ really loud.

What’s that all about? Kids today. I mumbled something as I walked past his car, which is kind of pathetic, too, when I think about it. Who was I mumbling to? Why did this upset me?

Questions to ponder.

Who am I kidding?

I’ve been telling myself for years that I’ll be a good retiree, that I’ll find plenty of things to do to fill the hours. Hogwash.

Summer, when my job slows down, is so boring. There’s just not much going on and instead of enjoying the down time I find that I’m antsy to get going again. I’m really upset about that, too. I really believe in down time; I’m just not good at utilizing it.

Maybe my vacation will help. Getting away into beautiful country with a very good friends surely will be exciting. I am looking forward to it.

But now I’m not so much looking forward to retirement. Not that it’s just around the corner. Don’t get excited, you Lutz naysayers. I’m not going anywhere for a while.

OK, what do you want to read?

I do two hours of radio every weekday on KFH (98.7 FM, 1240 AM). I write a newspaper column. I talk about myself to the point where talking about myself becomes awkward.

For the most part, I live a quiet life. I don’t get out and about all that much and when I do it’s around people I know well and enjoy. I hang out a lot at Side Pockets because I like the people there.

Connie sent me an e-mail telling me how disappointed she was when she opened up my blog on Kansas.com on an almost daily basis and found little there that was updated. I have not done a good job with this blog and I know that. You want my deepest, darkest secrets? You want me to be funny? You want me to write about my long career at The Eagle and the fact that, for the past couple of weeks or so I’ve been wondering about whether this is all there is?

As my good friends are prone to tell me, I have one of the best jobs imaginable. And I do. I love sports and I love writing. I have also grown to love radio. So when I feel like this, like there should be more, it creates a sizable amount of guilt. What could I possibly complain about?

Oh, I also have a son who is getting to experience a great summer in Atlanta, covering the Braves for MLB.com. He loves it. He inherited my passion for baseball, which I inherited from my father. I can’t tell you how rewarding that is.

I’m sure this is just a lull, created by the suddenness of not having as much to write about. When Wichita State’s baseball season ended a couple of weeks ago the local sports merry-go-round came to a standstill. I was ready for a break, but now that I’m in one I’m ready for something to happen.

Doesn’t make sense, I know. I’m going on vacation in a couple of weeks and getting away will be good. Planning a trip through the Dakotas and into Montana and Idaho. Then swinging down through Wyoming. I’m really looking forward to some time away from here and I’m only going to turn on my cell phone once a day, just to check messages.

I do appreciate all of you who come to this blog and I again _ AGAIN _ vow to do a better job of keeping it gassed up.

Father’s Day

I think about my dad every day. His name is Ray Lewis Lutz and he passed away in 1986. He was the best man I have ever known, bar none. I don’t ever recall him losing his temper with me, and heaven knows there were hundreds of times he could have. He was just a good guy and I was his only child so there was a special bond there, even more than most fathers and sons have.

We did everything together. He took me to sports events from the time I can remember and I’m sure that it is because of him that I still have this great love for sports. Incidentally, that has been passed down to my son, Jeff. And I’m sure he will pass it down to his children.

I had the best dad anyone could ask for. He was so proud of me and, ultimately, I became very proud of him. It’s too bad it takes kids so long to appreciate their parents, isn’t it?

Anyway, I didn’t want to let Father’s Day slip by without a mention.

Relaxation

It’s always fun to have some time off in the summer. I’m looking forward to getting away from the newspaper and the radio show in the next few weeks. The summer is always a good time to re-charge the batteries and get ready for the upcoming football season, although there are some good stories to be done in June, July and August.

Once the Shockers’ baseball team was knocked out by UC Irvine, a little lull started. Today, for instance, I played golf. I’ve been getting some errands done around the house, including having a new garage-door opener installed yesterday. Is that great or what?

As I write this I’m watching the Royals-Cardinals and witnessing yet another pitiful Cardinals pitching performance by starter Kip Wells. He was given a 4-1 lead but promptly blew up in the second inning. I think it’s time to release Wells, who could lose his 11th game tonight. KC leads 7-4 at the moment but it could get worse. It just got worse _ 8-4. It’s difficult to follow St. Louis this season because for everything good that happens, two things go bad. But the Cardinals have had a pretty nice run the past 10 years or so, so I guess it’s a little selfish to expect every season to be good.

I’m not that interested in the Cleveland-San Antonio game tonight. That series is over. I’ll give it a look later to see if the Cavaliers might win just one game, but I fully expect the Spurs to win the championship tonight.

New toy

I finally have a new laptop. I went several years without buying one because The Eagle supplies computers for us to take on the road. Not good computers and certainly not up-to-date computers. But they are computers.

I wanted to enter the 21st century, so I went and got my own last week. It’s what I’m using now to update my blog and boy, is this fun. I now have wireless capability inside my house and so I’m sitting in my favorite chair with my computer literally on my lap as I write this.

Isn’t life great?

Jeff

My son has been in Atlanta for nearly four weeks now and I have become a regular reader of Braves.com, the website where his work is displayed.

I’m his father, OK, but the kid is doing a really good job. He knows baseball and, in his writing, it shows. He eats and sleeps the game, much the way I do but probably to an even greater extent.

It’s been strange not having him around but this internship with MLB.com is a great thing and he’s taking advantage of it by doing a really good job. Maybe he’ll post here and tell us about some of his experiences so far. Right, Jeff?

Sopranos

Count me as one who was not on board with the ending to The Sopranos. Some of my friends appreciate the ambiguity and the "art" of the final scene. I thought it was gimmicky, manipulative and totally unsatisfying.

I need things spelled out for me. My imagination can go in a thousand different ways as to what happened after the screen went blank. I understand how the freedom to interpret is appealing to some people. But I wanted a black-and-white ending for The Sopranos, preferably one with some gunfire.

Even with my disappointment, this will go down as one of my all-time favorite television shows. Sunday nights won’t be the same. My anticipation for the finale was as high as for any show I can remember wanting to watch. That’s probably why, more than two days later, I still feel disappointed.

What happened?

Here’s what happened. The New Orleans bats, silent from the fourth through the eighth innings, erupted. And it all started after Josh Tarnow struck out against Noah Krol to start the top of the ninth.

The New Orleans rally, which has seen the Privateers score three times to take a 7-6 lead, started with a wild pitch from Krol after New Orleans’ Nick Schwaner swung at a pitch in the dirt for strike 3. He reached first and the next three Privateers’ hitters _ Drew Anderson, pinch-hitter Ryan Eden and Brandon Bowser _ followed with hits. Bowser’s, against Noah Booth, drove in two runs to give NO the lead.

Amazing.

We go to the bottom of the ninth  _ New Orleans 7, Shockers 6.

Shockers not in such good shape

That last post? Forget that one. New Orleans has scored a run in the top of the ninth to make it 6-5 Shockers and has runners at first and second with only one out. Noah Booth has come on in relief and has been entrusted to get the final two outs.

Good luck Noah.