Originally Posted by Pewsterbaby

John Rooke, the incumbent announcer of like 20 plus years, had gall stone surgery this week. He missed all three of his Patriots.com Radio shows, Tuesday through Thursday. I'm watching on T.V., where the announcer is barely audible on the CBS broadcast, but it does sound like him.
Either way, a speedy recovery is wished.

Regards,
Brooklyn Matt

Originally Posted by Pewsterbaby

John Rooke, the incumbent announcer of like 20 plus years, had gall stone surgery this week. He missed all three of his Patriots.com Radio shows, Tuesday through Thursday. I'm watching on T.V., where the announcer is barely audible on the CBS broadcast, but it does sound like him.
Either way, a speedy recovery is wished.

Regards,
Brooklyn Matt

Originally Posted by bobrodak

I believe John Rooke's fill-in yesterday was John Dolan, who also has Providence College ties. Rooke was doing a radio broadcast of the Friars game from Puerto Rico @ 11AM yesterday. Dolan has filled in for Rooke before, including the Broncos playoff game last year when Rooke was doing a Friars game in Syracuse I believe. More info on Dolan here:
Friar at Fenway

Originally Posted by Pewsterbaby

A higher voice? Oh, you mean like a Jon Anderson type? lol.
Hey Tunes, just imagine that scenario for a moment. Talk about the wrong guy for the job. It'd be Jon Anderson's "Tales From Topographic Gridirons" play-by-play coming out of the stadium speakers. Gez, the faithful at Gillette would be treated to calls like these-

He'd spin Rookes' trademark "Another Patriots first down!" with embellishments like...
"Another Patriots first down! Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide the leader's hands in paths of glory to the cause!"

Or, say it's a pass interference penalty on the other team's corner. Anderson would get on the mike and say something like...
"Pass interference, Patriots get the ball at the spot of the foul. Wars that shout in screams of anguish. Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver."

Imagine Anderson announcing in Oakland during the 1976 season playoff game. For the Sugar Bear Hamilton hands to the face roughing the passer penalty during the waning seconds, you'd hear something akin to this -
"The fist will run. Grasp metal to gun. The spirit sings in crashing tones, we gain the battle drum. The hand won't stay the demon's wings. The hour approaches, pounding out the devil's sermon."

Ehh haa haa. Thanks for indulging me for a moment. I have too much time on my hands.