Bob Ryans article about Sportscope.
They're all gone now. I hope Eli, Teddy, and George are watching all this Sox action from That Great Sports Bar In The Sky.
George Bent was the oldest, but he was the last to go,
passing on last week at the age of 86. He was a Triple Eagle (Boston College High, Boston College, and Boston College Law, for you outsiders) and a lawyer, but he also made a mark as a talk show host. For Eli Schleifer, Teddy Sullivan, and George Bent formed what many of us believe was the best sports talk panel Boston radio has ever known. Well, the best since the legendary WHDH "Voice of Sports," anyway.
But that WHDH show was strictly a discussion show. No callers. "Sportscope" was a talk show, and no talk show in Boston radio show history was any better. With all due respect to Guy, Lobie, Uppie, Eddie, Mark, Jim, The Big O, Dale, Michael, Mikey, Michael, John, Gerry, and anyone else who has ever put on a sports talk show in this town, no show ever attracted the consistent high caliber callers that the unpretentious, modest, no budget "Sportscope" did on those long ago Sunday nights from 10 'till 12.
They came to us from WUNR, at the extreme right side of the dial. I mean, 1600 is as far as you can go. There wasn't much of a signal, so the audience was small. But as Spencer Tracy said (more or less) of Katherine Hepburn in, I believe, "Adam's Rib," "There's not much meat, but what's there is cherce."
George, as I said, was a lawyer. Teddy was a schoolteacher who wrote a novel about school teaching entitled "Good Morning, Please." And Eli, well I don't know how to describe Eli.
Eli said he was a reformed gambler, and really don't know how he supported himself. It certainly wasn't from "Sportscope." He was a smart man and an educated man and he was a faithful patron of Daisy Buchanan's.
He was a huge football fan and a huge Pats fan, and it was simply not fair that he died in December of 1991, pre-Tuna, pre-Drew, pre-Belichick, pre-Brady, pre-Super Bowls and pre all the great stuff that's been going on down there in Foxborough of late.
Their own on-air discussions were spirited, lively and never mean-spirited. There would be, in other words, practically no place for what they did today. And what they did best was inspire clever, witty, fascinating people to call. There has never been anything like it, before or since.
They treated sports with intelligence and humor. They had fun adopting the New Orleans Jazz when that team came into being, and they once sponsored a bus trip to see the Celtics play the Jazz in Springfield against the Celtics, back in the day when the Celts did not play all 41 home games in the Garden. I wrote a column about that trip, because if a bomb had gone off on that bus, a hugely disproportionate percentage of Boston's most knowledgeable sports fans would have been blown out of existence. it was a rolling Phi Beta Kappa chapter of Boston sports fans.
George Bent's chosen role in the trio was the Designated Curmudgeon. And, God, did he look the part, with that weather-beaten face, that steely grey hair and those wild, untamed, John L. Lewis eyebrows. George was a born contrarian, but a mischievous one, not a nasty one.
He did not care for the Red Sox. He had been a Braves fan, and when they left town he stuck with them, even as they perambulated to Milwaukee and Atlanta. But that was nothing compared to this: he preferred Wilt Chamberlain to Bill Russell. You can imagine the discussions that sentiment provoked.
The great sporting love of George's life, however, was high school sports. If you are 40 or over, and played high school football in the Greater Boston area, the odds are very good you had George Bent as a referee at least once. The last time I saw George Bent, in fact, was a Thanksgiving Day several years ago, when I walked into the White Stadium press box, and guess who was operating the clock? Yup, George Bent.
Here's a "Tip Of The Hat" to the memory of "Sportscope." Around here, it has never gotten any better than that.