Mike Barnicle

6/30/08: Imus in the Morning with Mike Barnicle

Imus talks with political analyst and media personality Mike Barnicle about the state of the Democratic Party in the face of the 2008 general election.

Listen here: https://imus.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/06/30/imus-in-the-morning-guest-mike-barnicle–63008.aspx

Mike Barnicle joins the “Morning Joe” team on MSNBC to discuss the effect Hillary Clinton’s support will have on Barack Obama’s campaign.

Watch here: https://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-us&vid=85bba366-fc2a-4bea-944e-c31fde14b699&fg=rss

Mike Barnicle and Tim Russert were friends for 30 years. Mike’s son Timothy J. Barnicle is named for Timothy J. Russert, his godfather. Mike was in Washington Friday to guest host MSNBC’s “Hardball” and spent some time with Tim in the morning. A short time later, Tim was rushed to the hospital after collapsing and died shortly thereafter. He was 58.

Mike shares with the nation his heartfelt remembrances of Tim Russert.

 VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFITm3J4agA

6/25/08: Comments Don Imus made this week about football player Adam Pacman Jones.

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“Barnicle’s View”, with Mike Barnicle, Imus in the Morning, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, 6:55a & 8:55a.

Mike Barnicle had a bad weekend. After a week of sadness and mourning over the loss of his dear friend Tim Russert, Barnicle accidentally ran over his family’s dog.

Watch the Morning Joe segment, via Huffington Post.

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/06/23/mike-barnicles-bad-weeken_n_108655.html

6/23/08: The CIA and Al Queda

USA TODAY

Russert gets a final toast from Washington ; Politicians, journalists remember a ‘patriot’

Craig Wilson, 19 June 2008

WASHINGTON — Tim Russert would have loved it. Lots of stories, lots of politicians, lots of laughs. There was even a nun for good measure.

The host of NBC’s Meet the Press, 58, who died of a heart attack Friday, was praised, ribbed and mourned at a memorial service at the Kennedy Center Wednesday afternoon after a private funeral in Georgetown.

Washington’s elite turned out, including former president Bill Clinton, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton and enough other senators to field a baseball team, including John Kerry, Joe Lieberman and Chuck Schumer; Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and her predecessor under Clinton, Madeleine Albright; and enough journalists to make the politicians nervous.

Tom Brokaw set the tone. He hoisted a Rolling Rock to his longtime friend and said the afternoon was going to be done “Irish style. … Some tears, some laughs and the occasional truth.” He then went on to say Russert had a “strong sense of right and wrong. He came here to be a patriot.”

Brokaw was followed by nine other speakers who, over 11/2 hours, agreed that Russert loved his life, loved his job and loved his family, but not in that order. “There was nothing as important to him as being your father,” Brokaw said to Russert’s son, Luke, 22, who was the final speaker and received a standing ovation.

Luke told the crowd that his father embodied optimism and believed that with “faith, friends and a little folly, anyone can withstand anything.”

Old friend and fellow journalist Al Hunt said Russert, at a time when the news industry struggles to find its way, went the old- fashioned route through “preparation, integrity … and chalkboards.”

Mario Cuomo, the former New York governor for whom Russert worked before entering journalism, said Russert believed politics “could be a saintly profession.”

“It’s not enough to think of him as a great journalist,” Cuomo said. “How else could you explain this outpouring of love?”

Another friend and journalist, Mike Barnicle, said Russert treated everyone “as if they all grew up in the same parish.” California first lady Maria Shriver echoed the thought, talking of the “Russert radar. … He always knew who needed help.”

Sister Lucille Socciarelli, Russert’s seventh-grade teacher who started his journalism career when she named him editor of the school paper, backed that up. She said Russert, when choosing teams in school, “always picked the kid he thought might not be chosen.”

Even Bruce Springsteen, whom Russert adored, showed up via video from Europe to offer a Thunder Road solo. One could almost hear Russert reciting his favorite phrase from above: “Go get ’em!”

Mike Barnicle joins friends and colleagues of Tim Russert in remembering and celebrating his life and spirit.

Watch: https://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-us&vid=83339c3d-bb80-41d5-a2d5-ff2972785029&fg=rss&from=05

Read the transcript of Mike Barnicle’s speech:

MIKE BARNACLE, JOURNALIST: I’m Mike Barnacle. I’m the head of Luke

Russert’s security detail. And I’m here today for Eaton, Tierney and

Quilty (ph). And to all the Episcopalians in the audience, Al, don’t

get worried. It’s not a heating and plumbing outfit.

They, Dennis Quilty, Bob and Doc Tierney, along with Judge Dick Eaton

and so many more are only a few of the many friends who knew and loved

Tim across all the years, apart from politics and outside the media.

Knew him through christenings and ballgames, weddings and wakes.

Laugh-out-loud funny e-mails, phone conversations, sometimes about

nothing. And they are here today, sitting silently like you, carrying

a cargo of grief.

We know Timmy at 12 and 13 from sister Lucille. The parochial school

lad with fine power method penmanship. And a mischief in his eye.

Laying out his clothes on Saturday night for children’s mass on Sunday

at 8 a.m.

We know him as the young man, shaped by the twin poets of Empire state

politics, Daniel Patrick Moynihan and Governor Mario Cuomo. And we

know him as someone who can give ill advice to Al Hunt saying, “Dress

well,” as well.

Taking that-taking that advice from Tim.

I mean, I’m not one to speak but-from Betsy we know him in his glory

at NBC and “MEET THE PRESS.” With the MRI machine that is television

today, provided millions of Americans with a soul-deep scan of a man

they grew to love and admire for his authenticity and credibility.

And we know him now and always as the friend, the husband, the father,

the son, the brother. The mentor to so many. A guy who was uniquely

without envy. Tim enjoyed your success, took pride in your

accomplishments. But we know that, don’t we?

So let me tell you about Tim in the summers of his life. His favorite

season, I think, even more perhaps than the political parade of fall.

When I shut my eyes, I see him at dusk on the grand porch of the

Otesaga Hotel in Cooperstown, home of the Baseball Hall of Fame. He

has a Rolling Rock in one hand and a newspaper in the other, and Luke

has at least $1,000 worth of hats, representing every major and minor

league team in existence.

I see him and Maureen taking Luke to summer hockey camp in Boston.

Maureen, baffled at the idea of ice skating in August. Tim, a Rolling

Rock in one hand and a newspaper in the other, looking at Luke and

seeing Wayne Gretzky.

I see him on a fishing boat in Nantucket, the great fly caster from

Holy Family Parish, Tom, in South Buffalo. A man who would need hand

grenades to get fish out of the ocean.

I see him in Connecticut with Maureen, the love of his life, running

Luke’s third birthday party the way he ran the Washington bureau.

Efficiently, kindly, generously, listening to everyone, with a Rolling

Rock in one hand and helium balloons in the other.

I see him at baseball all-star games in Denver and Philadelphia and

Boston with his boy and my boys, and I see him wearing his constant

summer uniform: the T-shirt or double X golf shirt. The ones with the

ketchup and mustard stains all over them. The pants, drooping from

the BlackBerry and the cell phone coupled to his belt, a Diet Coke in

one hand. He was doing “MEET THE PRESS” by now. And a couple of

hotdogs in the other.

And always wearing the huge smile that invited complete strangers to

approach him, as if they all grew up together in the same parish. And

in a very real sense, they did. Tim and his nation of admirers who

recognize authenticity and found him contagious and without guile.

I see him crying after helping Luke move into a freshman dorm at

Boston College.

I see him grabbing my son Timmy on a memorable night-I’m sorry,

governor-in October, 2004 when the Red Sox came all the way back to

beat the Yankees in their own house, Yankee Stadium, winning the

American League pennant. Big Tim and little Tim, both excited beyond

belief. Big Tim and little Tim, both acting their age: 12.

I see him in the summer of 1991 when the Barnacles and the Russerts

decided to visit the Brokaws in Montana. Tim is from a cement

sidewalk, as am I. Two guys who never mowed a lawn, never rode a

horse, and rarely saw a river without a paper mill or a steel plant

built at its edge.

In Montana, Lewis and Clark had an easier time navigating than we did.

Two families, two cars. Chevy Chase and John Candy on vacation.

Tim had a great idea. Get the kids walky-talkies so they can

communicate car to car. Luke was 6. He rode with Tim and Maureen.

Our two boys, 6 and 7, drove with us.

Tim’s other big idea occurred about five mile outside Jackson Hole,

Wyoming, on the way to Livingston. We would race to see who could be

first to get to the Brokaws.

Well, we sped along this flat ribbon of road for miles. Neither of us

had ever seen anything like it. Just flat as a ribbon. No traffic,

none at all. Cloudless blue sky. And we must have gone for 15, 20

miles, at about 80 or 90 miles per hour, until we noticed the blue

light in the rearview mirror.

We pulled over. Montana state trooper gets out, comes up to the cars,

takes our licenses and registrations. By now, the kids had retrieved

the walky-talkies from us, because Tim and I were using them more than

they were, and they were talking real loud and real fast, and it was

very quiet by the side of the road. And the quiet, the peace of the

Montana landscape, was pierced by this shriek of one of the

walky-talkies: “Dad’s getting busted.”

The trooper went to his car to get his ticket book, and he came back

with a puzzled look on his face. He told us he had a problem. We

were both speeding, but he only had one ticket left in his book. It’s

a true story. It’s Montana. One ticket.

Tim looked at him, he looked at me. He looked at the rental cars.

He looked back at the trooper. And said, only as Tim could say,

“Well, I was following him. Is that helpful, sir?”

So I see our friend in summer. I see his face. I hear his laugh, I

feel his joy, his absolute delight in the life God gave him. Timothy

J. Russert, noble, honorable, intensely loyal. He loved and was loved by

his wife, his son, his family, his friends, and a huge slice of this

great country of ours.

He was a boy of summer. He met his wife on a summer day. His son was

born in summer. And so it is that we blow him a kiss goodbye on a

soft summer evening, this sweetheart of a man who always, always left

us smiling.

Watch Tim Russert’s friends and colleagues remember him today.

Live video: MSNBC coverage of memorial service for Tim Russert

Today on “Meet the Press,” a handful of people who were among those who knew and loved Tim Russert best, remembered the great newsman.

The hour show was devoted to highlight’s of Tim’s remarkable life and career. Tom Brokaw led the special tribute to his friend and colleague, joined by Mike Barnicle, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Gwen Ifill, Mary Matalin, James Carville, Betsy Fischer and Maria Shriver.

Watch: https://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25171251/

Read the transcript: https://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25171251/

Of the “million moments” Barnicle will remember sharing with Russert, “almost all of them have nothing to do with politics or campaigns or covering stories. They’re personal memories. Memories of Tim with [his son] Luke. Going to ball games and All-Star games.”

https://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3898804/

A special edition of ‘Meet the Press’ on June 15, 2008

Tom Brokaw will anchor a special edition of “Meet the Press” dedicated to the extraordinary life of Tim Russert. Joining him will be long-time friends and colleagues Mike Barnicle, James Carville, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Gwen Ifill, Mary Matalin, Maria Shriver and “Meet the Press” executive producer Betsy Fischer.

Remembering Tim Russert.

The full hour will be devoted to highlights of Tim’s remarkable life and career on “Meet the Press” with a handful of people who were among those who knew and loved him best. Tom Brokaw will lead the special tribute to his friend and colleague. He will be joined by long-time Tim Russert friends Mike Barnicle, James Carville, Betsy Fischer, Gwen Ifill, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Mary Matalin and Maria Shriver.

Tim Russert was the longest serving moderator of “Meet the Press” — taking over the helm of the program on December 8, 1991. The moderator chair will be empty this Sunday in his honor. Betsy Fischer is the executive producer of “Meet the Press.” Michelle Jaconi and Rebecca Samuels are producers

To offer messages of condolence to Tim Russert’s family, e-mail: Russert.Condolences@nbcuni.com

“Meet the Press” is seen on the NBC Television Network from 9-10 a.m. ET in most markets. In Washington D.C. and New York City, the broadcast is seen from 10:30-11:30 a.m. ET.

You can watch or listen to “Meet the Press” whenever and wherever you want. Watch the latest “Meet the Press” in its entirety, free of charge, on-demand and online beginning at 1:00 pm, ET on Sunday afternoons at mtp.msnbc.com.

Note Re-Broadcast Time: Meet the Press is re-broadcast on MSNBC-TV Sunday nights at 6 pm ET/3pm PT and again at 2 am ET/11pm PT.

https://www.boston.com/news/nation/articles/2008/06/14/tim_russert_tenacious_journalist_dead_at_58/

The Boston Globe, Saturday, June 14, 2008

Tim Russert, tenacious journalist, dead at 58

Tim Russert, a powerhouse of broadcast journalism who made interviewing both an art form and a contact sport on NBC’s “Meet the Press,” died yesterday of a heart attack at age 58 after collapsing at the network’s Washington bureau.

Former Globe columnist Mike Barnicle – a longtime friend of Russert’s whose 15-year-old son, Tim, is named after the newsman – happened to be in the NBC bureau yesterday because he had been asked to guest-host MSBNC’s “Hardball.” He stopped in for a visit with Russert, after which he went to another office to prepare for “Hardball.” Suddenly an intern rushed in with the news that Russert had collapsed and was being taken to the hospital.

“Tim was uniquely without a mean bone in his body,” Barnicle said last night. “He had a joy about him that was nearly unmatched. At the end of the day or the end of the week, there was a part of him that would pinch himself: ‘Can you believe I’m allowed to do this show?’ “

https://news.bostonherald.com/news/regional/general/view.bg?articleid=1100723

Boston Herald, Saturday, June 14, 2008

Barnicle had just left Tim Russert in D.C. office

Boston newsman Mike Barnicle was at NBC’s Washington news bureau yesterday and was joking around with close friend Tim Russert 15 minutes before the “Meet the Press” host collapsed.

Barnicle, an occasional columnist for the Boston Herald, had made the trip to Washington, D.C., to substitute host for Chris Matthews on MSNBC’s “Hardball” last night.

When Barnicle got to the bureau, he went down to see Russert, who was godfather to Barnicle’s 15-year-old son – and Russert’s namesake – Timothy.

The pair fooled around for a few minutes before Barnicle headed upstairs and left Russert to record some tracks for Sunday’s “Meet the Press.”

About 15 minutes later, an intern came running into the “Hardball” office and said Russert had just collapsed downstairs. He’d been taken to the hospital.

Barnicle got the intern to give him a ride about a mile away to Sibley Memorial Hospital. “I got down there to the emergency room and they had just pronounced him,” Barnicle said.

Barnicle had known the 58-year-old Russert for about three decades. A few weeks ago, they celebrated Russert’s son Luke’s graduation from Boston College with dinner in the North End.

“He was not a mean person,” Barnicle said. “In a mean-spirited profession, he was not a mean person.

“And he came to the job and to his life and to his family and his faith each day with just pure joy,” Barnicle said.

Russert’s doctor said the newsman was aware he had asysmptomatic coronary disease and had taken steps including medication and exercise to control it.

Mike Barnicle and Tim Russert were friends for 30 years. Mike’s son Timothy J. Barnicle is named for Timothy J. Russert, his godfather. Mike was in Washington Friday to guest host MSNBC’s “Hardball” and spent some time with Tim in the morning. A short time later, Tim was rushed to the hospital after collapsing and died shortly thereafter. He was 58.

Mike shares with the nation his heartfelt remembrances of Tim Russert.

https://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-us&vid=cc368c68-82e7-416c-b463-b0e8358f6bc6&fg=rss

Tune in Friday, June 13, to watch Mike Barnicle as he guest hosts “Morning Joe” from 6am – 9am in New York and “Hardball” at 5pm and 7pm from Washington D.C. Both on MSNBC.

6/11/08: The differences between life today and life 30 years ago.

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“Barnicle’s View”, with Mike Barnicle, Imus in the Morning, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, 6:55a & 8:55a.

Tune in Monday and Tuesday, June 9 & 10, to watch Mike Barnicle as he guest hosts “Morning Joe” from 6am – 9am on MSNBC.

6/6/08: Robert F. Kennedy: The 40th anniversary of RFK’s Assassination

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“Barnicle’s View”, with Mike Barnicle, Imus in the Morning, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, 6:55a & 8:55a.

6/4/08: Barack Obama winning Democratic Nomination

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“Barnicle’s View”, with Mike Barnicle, Imus in the Morning, Monday-Wednesday-Friday, 6:55a & 8:55a.