A word of thanks…
As some of you may know, if you were listening to the MSP this morning, I have been officially informed that I will be inducted into the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame Tuesday, Sept. 28.
I don’t really even know where to start in thanking everyone who has helped me along the way. I’m the luckiest guy I know — my job(s) have afforded me the opportunity to go so many places I didn’t think I’d ever go. And now I’m headed into the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame, where only three sports writers reside. All three of those giants, George Pasero, Don McLeod and L.H. Gregory have passed away and I am humbled to be in their company.
I also believe so many other great ones — Leo Davis and Ken Wheeler, to name just two — should be in the Hall and aren’t.
But I wanted to make a point in this space to thank just a few of the many people who have helped me, with apologies in advance to those I’ve missed.
For me, it started in high school, where a journalism advisor, Jack Vogel, mistakenly put me on the school newspaper staff, then took the time to mentor me. My high school baseball coach, Jack Dunn, has been a lifelong friend and mentor, as has the great Roy Love, the baseball coach and athletic director at Portland State, whom I served under for three years in a coaching capacity. Both are already in the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame and I’m so lucky to have been influenced by them.
At the old Oregon Journal, where I began my career, George Pasero was as patient as he could be with me after Bill Mulflur was kind enough to hire me. Ken Wheeler helped me get the job in the first place and to this day is a man who has forgotten more about Oregon sports than I’ve ever known. The Journal was a great place, where people such as John Dhulst, Carl Cluff, Brian Cour, Tom McAllister, Floyd Schneidermann, Dayton Turner and Dave Roberts took the time to mentor people like Kerry Eggers, Steve Brandon, Norm Maves and me. It was an amazing place to learn the business under the iron hand of Pasero, who was a newspaper genius.
Later at The Oregonian, Jeff Wohler took a chance on me and threw me on the Trail Blazer beat back in 1984 when he had no business believing I could handle it. Somehow, I managed — thanks to so much help from guys like Jack Ramsay and Stu Inman. Later Terry Frei helped me get the column there and I couldn’t have been more fortunate to have such a willing tutor in doing that job. There, first Bill Hilliard and then Peter Bhatia had my back when I got a little off the track at times.
At the Portland Tribune, Dr. Robert Pamplin treated me with great respect and was generous in so many ways. Steve Clark was always there for me and taught me so much about the newspaper business. And in the sports department, Steve Brandon and Kerry Eggers were not only great friends but standards for hard work that is incredible.
At KPAM, there were Kevin Young and Bill Gallagher and Bill Cooper and Pat Boyle and so many others willing to share the solutions to so many of the mysteries of radio with me.
Now, at 95.5 The Game, Antonio Harvey and I are working with Chad Doing — who is the hardest-working man in show business (really) and an extremely talented young man who carries the show by himself a lot of days. Brian Jennings provides us all the tools we need to be a dominant force in the market in the mornings. This job, I think, is the most fun one I’ve ever had.
Man, am I lucky.
And I haven’t even mentioned my personal life. I have had two best friends since high school. We’re not as close as we used to be but I know if I need them, they’ll be there for me. Tom Trebelhorn and Mike Clopton have been friends for decades and each has established a standard of excellence in his life that I cannot hope to match. But I like to try.
Will and Elizabeth are the best children a man could ever ask for and I’m so proud of them. They have put up with so much over the years because of the demands of my jobs and I hope, on balance, I’ve made them more proud of me than embarrassed by me.
Lastly, my wife Kim is an inspiration. I will try for the rest of my life to be as good a person as she is and probably never make it. Generous, kind, smart, successful, beautiful. Yeah, I know — I’ve outkicked my coverage, gotten out over my skis — whatever way you want to describe it, I have already heard it. She’s perfect for me and we are perfect together.
But, hey, like I said. I’m the luckiest guy I know. And thanks for reading — not only today but for the last three decades or so.


