Daily Archives: July 12, 2010

Happy Bloggiversary to me. And R.I.P., Bob Sheppard.

One year ago yesterday, at the prodding of my wife and friends, I started this here blog called Wide World of Stuff.

At first, I wondered if I’d have anything to say every day. Then I wondered who in their right minds would want to read my ramblings, musings, and oddball stories found on the Internet.

I’m thrilled to say that a year later, both of those questions were answered. As any of my friends and relatives will tell you, I’m very rarely at a loss for words. (True story: I was a late talker as a kid and my Grandpa Larry was afraid I’d never speak. I guess I’ve been catching up ever since.)

And, even more amazingly to me, you’ve found me and have kept coming back. My readership seems to grow every month, and I thank you very much for that. Your comments inspire and amuse, and even get my blood boiling (I’m looking at you, Brian M.!)

It’s funny when I looked back on it what some of my most popular posts have been; they have little to do with each other. You liked the one on the annoying little girl in the Bob Dance car commercials, and the one about my kidney issue (I only have one).

But you also liked the serious ones; I got the most feedback on an essay I wrote about my favorite high school teacher, Mr. Gehrhardt, and my attempt at an obituary for a man so vital to my generation, Mr. John Hughes.

When I started this blog, I hoped it would be a conversation on sports, politics, and pop culture. I also thought it would be fun. It has been, and I thank you so much for stopping by, whether this is your first time or 100th time.

And oh yeah, the reason Mark Harmon’s picture is on top of this post? Searches for him have been the No.1 search term people have used to find Wide World of Stuff.

Yeah, I don’t get it either.

***If there is a voice of God, I hope he sounds like Bob Sheppard.

The public address announcer for the Yankees for more than 50 years died Sunday, at the astonishing age of 99. There is no greater feeling for a ballplayer, I’ve heard, then walking into the Stadium for the first time and hearing Sheppard announce your name.

He was as much a part of the Yankees as Mantle and DiMaggio, Mattingly and Rivera. I always loved how he enunciated every syllable of every name, though my all-time favorite Sheppard name is “Alvaro Espinoza.”

He was a symbol of class and dignity for more than half a century, and his voice still rings out today at the Stadium when Derek Jeter walks to the plate.

Rest in peace, Bob, you were the finest voice of your profession.