Dirty Harry Was Right
Clint Eastwood is one of my favorite actors and he’s an even better director. I could do an entire blog on the great one liners he spouted over the years. From Dirty Harry to Josie Wales he has always had just the right words for any situation he found himself in. This kind of wisdom is hard to find and certainly words to live by.
“A man’s gotta know his limitations”…Dirty Harry
Consider this blog my attempt at an intervention of sorts. An old friend and former team mate has exercised less than good judgement in his professional life and if I don’t say something now, I will regret it for the rest of my life. He was a two sport star in college and even splits time between radio and TV now. But Buck Belue is no triple threat. He can’t sing.
I am on the road alot with my job(selling sporting goods), and even though I did not listen to 680 the Fan or Buck and Kincaid in the beginning, I listen consistently now. I have seen and talked to Buck more in the last year than the previous 25 combined. He contacted me last year about doing some clinics and we now have done a total of four in the last year. It’s been fun. We will probably tweak some things and try again next year, or after this post maybe not.
If you listen to Buck and Kincaid you probably know what I’m talking about. Buck likes music and actually alot of the same music I love. Maybe thats why I feel led to draw attention to his intermittent outburst into song. It happened again Thursday. The Black-Eyed Peas did a song a couple of years ago called “Lets get it started”. Great song. He sang a little bit at the beginning of the show today, apparently trying to get Kincaid fired up for the show. I am so glad I have heard the song many times before and like it. Otherwise, I would never want to hear it again.
I don’t think Buck considers himself a great singer, I just don’t think he cares. You have probably seen people like that at karaoke, but it’s one thing to go to a sports bar and do karaoke. It’s another to cause a pile-up on I-285 during rush hour. Both Buck and Kincaid join together to sing their rendition of Meet the Mets when the Braves beat New York. It’s called Beat the Mets, and the disharmony rivals my first marriage. That’s bad.
I’m pretty sure Buck does not read my blog, but even if he did I think he would take this post in the spirit it is intended…please quit singing!
Tell me what you really think!