Mellifluous: Adjective, sweet or pleasant to hear
For about a year I hosted a weekly sports talk show on a small radio station outside of Baltimore. The station was part of the Orioles radio network.
One week I had the privilege of having former Baltimore Colts Art Donovan (the first Colt elected to the Pro Football Hall of Fame) and Jim Mutscheller in the studio as guests. Sadly, both are no longer among the living.
I knew Donovan because I was the Associate Producer (as mentioned here, a fancy term for a call screener) for a sports talk show on another station and on Mondays during football season he was part of the show, which was actually conducted in a restaurant and not the studio. He was more than happy to drive out to the small town where I hosted the show and surprised me by bringing Mutscheller along.
Coming out of a commercial break I said, “We’re back with the mellifluous tones of Art Donovan and Jim Mutscheller.” Donovan then exclaimed, “What the hell does that mean? Hey, Bugs, he’s cursin’ on Sunday!” (My show started at noon on Sunday.) I laughed out loud for quite some time.
Artie was never one to hold back. In response to a question about the increase in the popularity of pro football in the late 1950s–for which the 1958 Colts-Giants overtime championship game is given too much credit, in my opinion–Donovan said, “We were at the right place at the right time. Baseball was around, but people were tired of watching guys tightening their gloves and scratching their asses every time they swung.”
I can only imagine what he would have thought of political correctness,
wokeness and other similar societal lunacy.
Speaking of Baltimore sports, today is a milestone birthday for someone with whom I worked in Baseball Operations for the Orioles. To my face, he always told me how much he respected my knowledge and passion for the game.
He called me at home about three weeks after the Orioles fired me in January, 1994 and told me he looked forward to working with me again. I soon found out he played a major role in my being fired by telling the General Manager I was a double agent of sorts by working for a player agent while I was still working for the team. That was false, but since I was an at-will employee, I could be fired at any time for any reason.
This person did become a General Manager for two different teams and was in that role a long time. Still, I was warned about him around 1990 by Birdie Tebbetts while he was a scout for us. Tebbetts had a long and distinguished career as a player, manager (he was Frank Robinson’s first major league manager), scout and executive. Birdie told me that this person would stab anyone in the back he thought was a threat to his ascending to a GM position. As usual, Birdie was right.
At that time, almost no one with my background could have hoped to aspire to being a General Manager. Moneyball wasn’t published until 2003. Still, this person was so paranoid and so ambitious he thought nothing of getting me out of the way.
I have often thought I should let him know that I know of the role he played in my being fired by the Orioles. What would that accomplish, though?
If anyone has any relevant thoughts on this matter, I would like to read them.
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“I have often thought I should let him know that I know of the role he played in my being fired by the Orioles. What would that accomplish, though?”
I guess it depends on what you WANT to accomplish. Far too late for revenge, doubt it will change that person in any way or make any impact on their life. Perhaps just peace of mind for yourself?
I have, in the past, enacted a bit of revenge on some who have dealt me a dirty deal. Perhaps more than a little bit in one egregious case. I didn’t let it consume me to the point of blind focus on it, but I made sure that person had a miserable existence for a good while. If someone tries to ruin my name, and take money out of my pocket in that manner, I WILL make sure they feel the same if I can. I don’t consider myself a terrible person for it, as I won’t just meekly turn the other cheek so it also can be slapped. Perhaps that particular individual learned something and that the old saying is true;
Be careful the toes you step on today, they might be connected to an ass you have to kiss tomorrow.
Side note; had my knee repaired this morning. Modern medicine has come a long way from when I had knee surgery in 1973. In the surgeons office at 7:30, prepped and CT scan by 9 am, scoped with a local anesthetic and done in 35 minutes. Knee brace and out the door by noon. In 1973, I was in the hospital for 4 days. Also CT scan on my ankle, said it looks to be healing good and I can likely get the cast off in 2-3 weeks.
Thanks again, DDM. Glad to read you are on the mend even more.
What’s the saying, holding a grudge/anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Duly noted, Doc. However:
“If you prick us, do we not bleed. If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.” – Shakespeare
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