Most individuals would conclude that I'm punishing myself. They may be right, but there are many ways to compensate for no longer ever listening to New York Yankees games on "regular" radio.
Phil Mushnick wrote that since he started listening to the Yankees on the radio, Mel Allen, Red Barber, Phil Rizzuto, Jerry Coleman, Joe Garagiola, Frank Messer, Bob Gamere, Bill White, Dom Valentino, Fran Healy, John Gordon, Bobby Murcer, Spencer Ross, Hank Greenwald, Tommy Hutton, Jay Johnstone and Joe Angel have described the games.
For me, Art Gleeson and Jim Woods must be added.
Mushnick presents one of the primary reasons I cannot, do not and will not listen to the Yankees games. None of the above cited broadcasters put himself above the game.
That is just what John Sterling does.
Yankees radio is being held hostage by an egotistical, condescending individual that seeks every opportunity to attach his signature to what is happening on the field.
My hopes and fears have been toyed with enough. I no longer expect exultation to follow when Sterling screams that a Yankees' drive is high, it is far and it is caught in front of the wall because I no longer hear it.
I no longer expect despair when the opposition hits one deep to the outfield, hoping that Sterling will once again be wrong and Curtis Granderson or Brett Gardner will make the catch because I stopped listening.
There are ways to listen to the Yankees without suffering from Sterling.
The best way, although it isn't available often, is to pick up the visiting team's broadcast.
It is virtually impossible to do during the day, but at night it is possible to pick up the radio stations of the Boston Red Sox, Cleveland Indians, Toronto Blue Jays and, on occasion and depending on the conditions of the ionosphere, the Minnesota Twins, Detroit Tigers and Chicago White Sox.
Satellite radio is another option, as is MLB Radio, but they are not free.
Sterling cannot learn anything from other radio broadcasters or even from the Yankees television commentators, some of whom are difficult to listen to and some of whom are excellent.
The reason is simple: In his mind, nobody does it better.