Sunday, September 5, 2010

BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Tom Brady

September 8th, 2008

9/8/08: Tom Brady injured in Week 1 of the 2008 season.

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/09/08/9808-tom-brady.aspx?ref=rss

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

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Manny Ramirez and the Red Sox

July 30th, 2008

7/30/08: Manny Ramirez and the Red Sox

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/07/30/73008-manny-ramirez.aspx

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



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IMUS IN THE MORNING WITH GUEST MIKE BARNICLE

July 24th, 2008

7/24/08: Imus in the Morning with Mike Barnicle

Imus talks with political analyst Mike Barnicle about the upcoming Presidential Election, exercise, the late David Halberstam, and the state of the world.

Listen here: http://www.wabcradio.com/article.asp?id=806745&spid=22807

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Race in America and Baseball

July 18th, 2008

7/18/08: Race in America and baseball

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/07/18/71808-race-in-america-and-baseball.aspx

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

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: The Wimbleton Final

July 8th, 2008

7/7/08: The Wimbledon Final between Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer.

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/07/07/7708-wimbledon.aspx

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

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Comments Made by Imus

June 26th, 2008

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

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/06/25/62508-don-imus.aspx

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

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Manny Ramirez hits his 500th home run

June 2nd, 2008

6/2/08: Manny Ramirez hits his 500th home run.

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/06/02/6208-manny-ramirez.aspx

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

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BARNICLE’S VIEW ON WTKK: Batting Slumps

May 16th, 2008

5/16/08: What life can be like for kids and their families when the kid goes through a batting slump during baseball season.

Listen here: http://barnicle.969fmtalk.mobi/2008/05/16/51608-batting-slumps.aspx

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

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MIKE BARNICLE FOR THE NEW YORK DAILY NEWS: Boston Tee-Hee Party for New York Daily News

December 28th, 2007

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/2007/12/28/2007-12-28_boston_getting_used_to_idea_of_beating_n-2.html


NEW YORK DAILY NEWS

Boston getting used to idea of beating New York following so much heartbreak

Friday, December 28th 2007, 4:00 AM

Mike Barnicle, a newspaper columnist in Boston for 30 years, is a long-suffering sports fan and MSNBC commentator.

How did this happen? Was there a specific date, a single event that erased the burden of history and allowed the weight of municipal inferiority to be lifted from the shoulders of every fan in New England who has been witness to decades of humiliation delivered by New York teams?

Think about it.

Saturday, the Patriots play the Giants at exit 16W. They arrive as undefeated favorites, with three Super Bowl championships in four years, the symbol of how a model NFL franchise is run. A dynasty.

The born-again Celtics humiliated the Knicks and Nets each time they met this fall. Of course, the Little Sisters of the Poor could beat the pathetic Knicks, coached by a delusional paranoid and owned by James (Thanks, Dad) Dolan, a soft, spoiled rich guy who inherited wealth, not wisdom.

That brings us to the main event: Red Sox-Yankees. The Yanks have spent billions but they still wear rings tarnished with age while the Olde Towne Team has two championships in the last four years, ‘04 and ‘07, turning Back Bay into Hardball Heaven. A minidynasty.

It’s a mind warp.

Manhattan was where Boston’s dreams went to die after being fatally wounded in the Bronx. Time turned the Hub into a pitiable afterthought as commerce moved from New England to New York in the 19th century. And sports turned our teams - fans, too - into one-liner fodder for anyone from The Rockaways to New Rochelle.

You used to be able to identify Sox fans in Yankee Stadium. They sat, slump-shouldered, with the same panicked expectation nervous motorists have looking in the rearview mirror at the 16-wheeler behind them on Interstate 95 near New Haven.

The inevitability of collapse was genetic. Disappointment was delivered with an October postmark by fringe figures named Bucky (Effen) Dent, Mookie Wilson and Aaron Boone.

Then, something happened in October 2004 in the “House of Historical Horrors” called Yankee Stadium. The Red Sox came back from three games down to beat the Bronx Bombers, leading the Daily News to hit the streets with one of the greatest front-page headlines ever: “The Choke’s On Us!”

That was IT, the single moment that pushed the gravedigger into retirement. It took the loser label off the forehead of every Boston fan.

Now, in a bizarre way, we have supplanted New York as the place where champions reside and the home team is hated by others. The Patriots are loathed as much as the old Yankees. The Red Sox are fan favorites who attract big crowds in every town, annoying local ownership. The Celtics are dominating the way they used to when they were despised in the old Boston Garden. We’ll skip hockey because the NHL was ruined because of a long strike and ludicrous expansion.

Ironically, we have seen the enemy (the Yankees from DiMaggio to Jeter and Rivera, the once-glamorous Giants of Gifford, Tittle, Huff, Simms and Parcells, the Knicks with Reed, Bradley and DeBusschere, the Jets with Namath) and, incredibly, we have become them.

We have money, swagger, attitude and standing. We’ve consistently won in baseball and football, and we hit the new year with the best basketball record in the NBA. And, given the short national attention span, nobody cares what happened in the 20th century. Life and sports are about the moment.

Oddly, there are thousands of young people from Waterville, Maine, to Waterbury, Conn., who have no institutional memory of a sporting life once filled with apprehension, even fear, who have never endured the depression that accompanied defeat datelined New York City.

But that was then and this is now: Saturday, the victory parade continues and the dominance of area code 212 is diminished, if not dead.

So, how come I’m still up late at night, worrying the Yankees might sign Johan Santana or the Giants might luck out and beat the Patriots by a field goal with less than a minute left in a game where Tom Brady breaks his leg? Maybe it’s because I’m from Boston and haven’t quite gotten used to living with something called success. But I’m getting there.

http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/2007/12/28/2007-12-28_boston_getting_used_to_idea_of_beating_n-2.h

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MIKE BARNICLE IN THE BOSTON GLOBE

July 8th, 1994

METRO/REGION

In the grippe of O.J. fever

Mike Barnicle, Globe Staff

7 July 1994

Look, I’m not going to kid you. I’m not going to pretend I am busy memorizing the collected works of Yeats or preparing my entry for the Nobel Peace Prize.

I’m thinking no big thoughts here on a humid July day. I’m having no huge discussions of merit about the seminal issues of our time.

Why, I’m not even going grocery shopping because I can’t: I am obsessed with O.J.

I am supposed to be on vacation. I am supposed to be sitting on some beach, surrounded by Canadians and New Yorkers, the perennial human litter of a New England summer.

But I have no interest in the sun. And, for now, I don’t want to read books, look at newspapers, play golf, go to the movies, listen to or watch baseball.

Instead, I am like a lump in front of the tube, hypnotized by the O.J. channel. All O.J. All day. Every day. O.J. news followed by O.J. updates followed by O.J. analysis and round-ups.

Yesterday, I woke to hear Mr. Imus, America’s morning man, interviewing Gerry Spence, the lawyer. Today, he’ll be talking with Fred Graham of Court TV.

As I listen, my mind strays. I wonder what O.J. wakes up to these days: Is it a radio? The voice of a guard? The noise of a jailhouse? The sound of a bird somewhere beyond a high wall?

I wonder if he’s gone crazy yet. Gone right around the bend, totally whacked out by his new reality: the fact he can’t call at will for a tee time at Bel Air Country Club. That he can’t get up and plunge into his back-yard pool whenever he wants, can’t drive to the store, take a walk, make a phone call or receive a visitor on his clock, on his terms.

For him, that life is gone. Maybe forever.

He lives today in a tiny cell, watched by guards at night and the world during the day. His privacy is now simply something others talk about. It’s a constitutional issue rather than a personal reality.

I wonder how he’s handling it. I wonder if he sometimes doesn’t want to jump up and scream, right on national TV: “OK. I’ve had it. Here’s what happened. Here’s what I did, when I did it and why I did it. Now leave me alone.”

This is what my life has been like since O.J. went wall to wall: I spend a couple of hours rooting for the police, a couple more trying to figure who Simpson will get to actually try the case and a couple more laughing at the absurdity that pops across the screen every once in a while.

This extended peek into the bowels of a preliminary hearing has been a terrific thing. It has given people a fairly good idea of how our judicial system has nearly been stripped of common sense to the point where it is becoming easier to literally get away with murder — something that occurs more and more often every single day in courtrooms across the country.

For example, yesterday was spent watching the defense try to get some evidence tossed out. The evidence was a bloody glove police found behind a pool house on Simpson’s property.

So the question became: Did Los Angeles detectives violate O.J.’s rights by jumping the wall without a warrant and finding this glove? In other words, did they deprive the defendant of his constitutional allowance to try to trick the cops?

But what do you suppose the public and press reaction would be today if testimony showed that four detectives left a double homicide, traveled to O.J. Simpson’s house, noticed blood on the handle of a Ford Bronco parked at the curb, saw blood on the driveway, rang the bell repeatedly for 10 or 15 minutes, got no answer and, instead of pursuing their case as well as their duty, hopped back into their cars and drove to Denny’s for the $1.29 Early-Bird special? What do you figure all the brainy editorial writers and absurd law professors would have said about them then?

The sad fact is our judicial process — marvelous in most respects — no longer honors the dead or the victim. The lawyers don’t, either. Many of them are in it for either a fee or glory. Even judges don’t stand for the aggrieved. Too often, they are simply timid referees, keeping both teams in bounds, afraid of being overruled by some higher court.

So it comes down to the cops: In the end, with the focus on the defendant, with two people murdered, they speak for the dead.

Watch this show. Watch what happens. Pay attention to the twists, the turns and the tricks. It is all a wonderful, mesmerizing lesson in semantics and legal hocus-pocus and very few of us can take our eyes off O.J. Simpson.

It’s great summer theater. Unfortunately, two human beings got killed in the very first act and the only people on TV who seem bothered by that brutal act are the police now on trial themselves. That’s American justice, 1994.

MIKE BARNICLE

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