Radio sucks today.
I loved when I was a kid and I listened to the ballgame on the radio.
Speaking of listening on ball games on the radio: The summer of 1980 before my college senior year, I worked a construction job in Kokomo. They needed a jobsite “gofer” and the foreman asked if I knew how to drive a stick. I said “yes.” Technically it wasn’t a lie; my brother had a 4-speed burnt orange Ford Pinto Wagon and I saw how he did it. But I had never actually done it before. The foreman told me to go pick up some boards at Kokomo Lumber, and I learned how on the way over and back. The rest of the summer I drove around Kokomo in the afternoons, listening to Vince Lloyd and Lou Boudreaux broadcast Cub games on WGN. And I got paid for it. Best summer job I ever had.