When the Sox are on the Wednesday ESPN game, it should be a reason to celebrate. I get to watch the Sox in HD and listen to Dave O’Brien, one of the best play-by-play guys around (second only to Jon Miller, in my opinion). The problem is when I have to be in the car and listen to the XM radio broadcast. When the Sox are home, I have to listen to the excruciating Dale Arnold, who has an awful radio voice and can’t seem to keep on top of the game. (”It’s a fly ball and… wow! Diving catch! No wait, it’s dropped! That was almost an incredible play, let me tell you all about it… and oh yeah, 3 runs scored.”) I actually look forward to road games where I get to listen to whoever the home team’s announcers are.

Unfortunately, when it’s a Yankee game, that means Suzyn Waldman. I want to root for the first woman to be a full-time MLB broadcaster, but I just can’t. You know the saying “a face made for radio?” Well, she has a voice made for print. She’s also appointed herself as the team mother, getting a little too emotionally involved, like last year when she forgot there’s no crying in baseball.

I don’t know if she’s worse or if Dale is. I can embrace the schadenfreude of Yankee fans having to endure her every day, but I hate that my team has such a bad announcer. Memo to the Sox: you have Dan Hoard doing a great job in Pawtucket, why don’t you give him a call-up?

Hopefully, more to come about the actual game tonight when I get back from softball. Here’s hoping my eardrums don’t explode listening to Waldman on the way there.

EDIT: Well. I left my car nervous with Manny Delcarmen on the mound with a 4-2 lead. How excited was I to see that not only did he pitch a 1-2-3 inning with 2 K’s, but the Sox managed to score 7 more, including a grannie by Fuck-Yeah! A great win, and another nail in the Yankees’ coffin.