John Ward. The voice.
Good night, sweet prince.
For us old timers of a certain age John Ward's voice literally WAS Tennessee sports. Almost none of the games were on TV -- maybe one a year, plus a bowl game? So you either went to the stadium (which my family never did because my dad was too cheap) or the men in the family gathered around the kitchen table and sat there mostly in silence for three hours and listened to John Ward describe the game on the radio. I don't remember exactly when that started to change -- the mid to late 80s, maybe? -- but for most of my childhood that was it. You listened to John Ward on Saturday and then you rushed home from church on Sunday to watch The Johnny Majors Show on TV so you could finally see what you'd heard about the day before.
RIP. This one hits pretty hard.
For us old timers of a certain age John Ward's voice literally WAS Tennessee sports. Almost none of the games were on TV -- maybe one a year, plus a bowl game? So you either went to the stadium (which my family never did because my dad was too cheap) or the men in the family gathered around the kitchen table and sat there mostly in silence for three hours and listened to John Ward describe the game on the radio. I don't remember exactly when that started to change -- the mid to late 80s, maybe? -- but for most of my childhood that was it. You listened to John Ward on Saturday and then you rushed home from church on Sunday to watch The Johnny Majors Show on TV so you could finally see what you'd heard about the day before.
RIP. This one hits pretty hard.
I was a Coppy guy, and think he took the fall for stuff that was universally done everywhere, but man we got lucky to get AA. Everything you want in a guy running your organization. It was refreshing to listen to him on a DOB podcast.
For us old timers of a certain age John Ward's voice literally WAS Tennessee sports. Almost none of the games were on TV -- maybe one a year, plus a bowl game? So you either went to the stadium (which my family never did because my dad was too cheap) or the men in the family gathered around the kitchen table and sat there mostly in silence for three hours and listened to John Ward describe the game on the radio. I don't remember exactly when that started to change -- the mid to late 80s, maybe? -- but for most of my childhood that was it. You listened to John Ward on Saturday and then you rushed home from church on Sunday to watch The Johnny Majors Show on TV so you could finally see what you'd heard about the day before.
RIP. This one hits pretty hard.