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CLICK HERE to Register for a free account and login for a smoother ad-free experience. It's easy, and only takes a few moments.Same here. I'm gonna give Gino the highest praise by saying he was the Tommy Heinsohn of the Patriots. Great player, great announcer. Blood and guts Patriot. He was so proud seeing the team win SB 36.God bkess you Gino. A true gentleman and forever Patriots legend.
I saw him play at Fenway park when I was 9
One of my NFL heroes...a man's man the likes of which are few and far between THESE incredibly whiny pansy azzed days
This is one of the all-time great entries above.Amen.
Gino was the last from my time, when the most intimate form of information-collecting was via the newspaper, and the radio.
They're all gone now: Curt Gowdy, Ken Coleman, Don Gillis, Ned Martin, Jim Woods, Bob Wilson, Fred Cusick, Johnny Most, Tom Heinsohn, Gil Santos...and Gino Cappelletti,
That's it. That's the list. There is no other.
I don't know if some of us would care as much about our teams were it not for the voices of the men on this list... They made you enjoy the experience of listening to the games; they made you hold your breath for a moment so you could better hear every pitch, pass and shot... They made winning sound like the best way to end a day, or a weekend; and they also helped you survive defeat, because they made losing sound almost noble for the effort expended in the playing, and in the broadcasting, and in the listening.
One of the few regrets I have for leaving home, besides not seeing more of my family, is not having listened to more of their broadcasts before they all retired or moved on... But what a gift they gave me when I was around to enjoy them!
It reminds me of my youth in central Michigan as a rabid Celtics fan listening on the radio to Johnny Most’s broadcasts on WBZ.
There was a country station on 1030 am that conveniently went off the air at 1800 HRS I think it was. I would place my hand on the transistor radio in the corner of the kitchen. Otherwise, it wouldn’t come in.
And I would listen to the games. Game after game in 1980 and 1981.
I watched us beat the Houston Rockets I think it was 1981 to win the championship. It was on tv as a tape delay on a Landing, Michigan, radio station if you can believe it.
I went to school the following day on just a few hours’ sleep holding a Celtics banner.
People there worshipped Magic Johnson and by extension hated Larry Bird.
I defended the banner with violence that day when a bully grabbed it. I was little but filled with a strange intensity that made him back off right away.
Now kids got it too easy.
Same thing when I lived in New England in 1978 with the Red Sox with Ned Martin and Jim Woods.
What a gift these men were to a young fan with time and patience!
I worked at the Chevy dealer in Laconia NH for a time, and Bob Wilson was a regular customer. He was always a gentleman, and everyone looked forward to having him around when he came in for service. I had no idea who he was. One of the reasons I became a Bruins fan was as a result of meeting him at work. I didn't know chit about hockey (still don't) and he was patient when I would ask dumb questions. We would chat for long periods of time about non-hockey related stuff. He always handled himself with class.Amen.
Gino was the last from my time, when the most intimate form of information-collecting was via the newspaper, and the radio.
They're all gone now: Curt Gowdy, Ken Coleman, Don Gillis, Ned Martin, Jim Woods, Bob Wilson, Fred Cusick, Johnny Most, Tom Heinsohn, Gil Santos...and Gino Cappelletti.
That's it. That's the list. There is no other.
I don't know if some of us would care as much about our teams were it not for the voices of those great men... They made you enjoy the experience of listening to the games; they made you hold your breath for a moment so you could better hear every pitch, pass and shot... They made winning sound like the best way to end a day, or a weekend; and they also helped you survive defeat, because they made losing sound almost noble for the effort expended in the playing, and in the broadcasting, and in the listening.
One of the few regrets I have for leaving home, besides not seeing more of my family, is not having heard more of their broadcasts before they all retired or moved on... But what a gift they gave me when I was around to enjoy them!
Captain, you've outdone yourself with this post. We were still dependent on radio, not all games were on TV (even NFL), and Boston's radio voices were unbelievably good. Including of course Gil and Gino. Gino's playing credentials were also pretty good:Amen.
Gino was the last from my time, when the most intimate form of information-collecting was via the newspaper, and the radio.
They're all gone now: Curt Gowdy, Ken Coleman, Don Gillis, Ned Martin, Jim Woods, Bob Wilson, Fred Cusick, Johnny Most, Tom Heinsohn, Gil Santos...and Gino Cappelletti.
That's it. That's the list. There is no other.
I don't know if some of us would care as much about our teams were it not for the voices of those great men... They made you enjoy the experience of listening to the games; they made you hold your breath for a moment so you could better hear every pitch, pass and shot... They made winning sound like the best way to end a day, or a weekend; and they also helped you survive defeat, because they made losing sound almost noble for the effort expended in the playing, and in the broadcasting, and in the listening.
One of the few regrets I have for leaving home, besides not seeing more of my family, is not having heard more of their broadcasts before they all retired or moved on... But what a gift they gave me when I was around to enjoy them!
I worked at the Chevy dealer in Laconia NH for a time, and Bob Wilson was a regular customer. He was always a gentleman, and everyone looked forward to having him around when he came in for service. I had no idea who he was. One of the reasons I became a Bruins fan was as a result of meeting him at work. I didn't know chit about hockey (still don't) and he was patient when I would ask dumb questions. We would chat for long periods of time about non-hockey related stuff. He always handled himself with class.
The nadir was when Phyllis George told hubby John Y. Brown that Bob McAdoo was 'cute', and he proceeded make a trade with the Knicks for him behind Red's back. Red was gone after that; only his sentiment (and genius, and determination and stubbornness [I'm not letting an idiot like this run me out of town!]) kept him here.I was able to do the same with WBZ at night when I was stationed at NAS Memphis TN in 1978 & 1979... That '78-79 team wasn't very good unfortunately
At night, AM airwaves can travel really far. I think I picked up WBZ in NC once, when I visited UNC. God, it was always so comforting to hear a friendly voice from home.It reminds me of my youth in central Michigan as a rabid Celtics fan listening on the radio to Johnny Most’s broadcasts on WBZ.
There was a country station on 1030 am that conveniently went off the air at 1800 HRS I think it was. I would place my hand on the transistor radio in the corner of the kitchen. Otherwise, it wouldn’t come in.
M.L. got hurt, and he was really important to that team. He came back and really saved us, especially in Game 5 when the Sixers were ready to put us away, he led the defense.And I would listen to the games. Game after game in 1980 and 1981.
Tape delayed on Atlanta TV too. I was a basketball junkie then, but the league didn't take off until a little later.I watched us beat the Houston Rockets I think it was 1981 to win the championship. It was on tv as a tape delay on a Landing, Michigan, radio station if you can believe it.
Bob was great at pronouncing "Gilles Gilbert!"What a voice... And while Johnny Most certainly had the most unique sound of them all, Bob Wilson had the best pipes of them all... Deep, sharp, on top of the action, made you feel like you could follow along accurately in your mind's eye... And in hockey, that is extremely difficult to capture... We were all lucky little dudes back then.
Johnny Peirson was awesome, for me.They're all gone now: Curt Gowdy, Ken Coleman, Don Gillis, Ned Martin, Jim Woods, Bob Wilson, Fred Cusick, Johnny Most, Tom Heinsohn, Gil Santos...and Gino Cappelletti.