The Notes columns from this morning:
Globe Baseball Notes by Nick Cafardo. (Blasting his way to history)
Herald Baseball Notes by Tony Massarotti (Sox sit on poison ‘pen)
Standard-Times Baseball Notes by Jon Couture. (Westport’s Fernandes heeds the advice of Clemens)
Globe Basketball Notes by Peter May. (Booster Rockets kicked in)
The Borges plagiarism case was a subject of discussion on Greater Boston this week, and they noted another passage lifted by Borges. This one was also from Mike Sando.
TV Sports Today
12:30pm, NBC – Bruins @ Red Wings (HD)
1:00pm, CBS SEC Championship – Florida/Arkansas (HD)
1:00pm, TV38 – ACC Championship – UNC/NC State (HD)
1:00pm, NESN – Red Sox/Orioles
3:00pm, ESPN – Big 12 Championship – Kansas/Texas (HD)
3:30pm, CBS – Big Ten Championship – Ohio St/Wisconsin (HD)
3:30pm, ABC – Nuggets @ Kings (HD)
4:30pm, FOX – Nextel Cup – UAW-DaimlerChrysler 400 (HD)
6:00pm, FSN – Bulls @ Celtics
9:00pm, ESPN – Mavs @ Lakers (HD)
Note – Tonight’s Celtics game on FSN is NOT being shown in HD.
Here are a few more tributes to Alan Greenberg that came over the last couple of days.
Mark Farinella devoted his Saturday column to his friend. Mike Reiss’ football notes, linked above, also has a section on Greenberg.
Here is the speech that Greenberg intended to give for his son Alex’s bar mitzvah which was to be this weekend.
Here are four more emails:
Over the last four years, I have sat “elbow to elbow” with Alan Greenberg in the media workroom at Gillette. Alan was a creature of habit, and always sat in the second row, center seat. I would grab a chair to his left. While waiting for Bill Belechick’s daily briefing, Alan and I would shoot the breeze just about anything. We both have three children, and had a lot to talk about when it came to the challenges of parenting. He loved his kids, and loved to talk about them. I feel like I know Alex, Allison, and Abigail like the kids next door. Alan shared their accomplishments, their passions, and their “cuteness” with anyone within ear shot. The Greenberg’s have a beautiful house, which Alan would joke was “too much for a poor sportswriter.” And it was clear that giving his wife Anne-Marie and their three children “the best” was all he ever wanted to do.
Alan loved to ask the insightful, and at times, very lengthy question. He could piss off Belechick one minute, and make him laugh the next.. One day, Belechick was rattling on about some random subject, then stopped mid-sentence, and said, “well, nobody really cares what I think anyway.” Without missing a beat, Alan responded by saying, “I care what you think Bill.” The whole room just cracked up, including the coach.
Recently, on a flight back from the Patriots playoff game in San Diego, Alan sat in the row in front me, Everyone was exhausted, including Alan who had to drive frantically from San Diego to Los Angeles to make our flight. An elderly gentleman had the seat next to Alan, and asked question after question about the Patriots chances, Tom Brady, Peyton Manning, etc. I thought to myself, thank God that’s not me, all I want to do is go to sleep. I never did fall asleep, instead I listened to Alan tell this man, story,after story,after story. He did not stop talking for almost 6 hours. Alan could sense the man wanted someone some company, and he made him feel special. That was Alan.
Alan Greenberg had something good to say about everyone. That is rare in our business, and why I will always consider my buddy in the Izod shirt, “one in a million.”
I am not a member of the media, but I have worked in the press room for the Boston Celtics for almost 15 years.
For the years that Alan covered the Celtics, I was fortunate to have a seat near him at many home games. I don’t know what kind of press passes he wore in the past few years as he covered the Patriots, but when he covered the Green he wore one of those clear plastic holders on a lanyard, so that he could have his press pass facing out, and a photo of his kids facing his heart. It may not have been deliberate, but that’s the way it was…and Alan was quick to turn the holder around to show everyone the pictures of his family.
We’ve had a lot of losses this year…aside from the ones on the court. Red and DJ were the most public ones, but in the press room we also mourn the loss of Andy Carroll (our press room usher and member of the Garden staff for 48 years) and long-time team photographer Dick Raphael. We also have two people close to us bravely battling serious illnesses. Somehow it puts the season-ending injuries that have plagued some of the Celtics into perspective. The mood was so grim in the press cafeteria Wednesday night, and many members of the media wiped tears from their eyes as we collectively observed yet another moment of silence – this time in memory of Alan.
In Judaism there is a phrase, “hazak, hazak, v’nithazeik”; may you go from strength to strength. I pray that Alan’s children – especially at Alex’s bar mitzvah – will draw strength from the gifts their father left him. He left his family, and all of us who knew him, many of them.
I have been out of pocket most of the week, watching my kids’ teams play ball in Florida. This is my first chance to sit at the keyboard and write about Alan.
First of all, thank you for the service you provided this week. The site was a town/meeting forum for those of us who love Alan and as I am sure you have heard, Anne-Marie made a nice reference this morning at the remarkable service for Alan. The fact that your site gave her comfort in this time is something you can always be proud of. Thank you.
That said, I don’t know where to start. Alan was the rarest of rare — a sportswriter who was built like a ballplayer and lacked any of the jealousy and pettiness we see in our profession. A lot of those who worked by his side in recent years had no idea how talented he was. He was a superstar at the LA Times and he agonized over the decision to become a columnist at a smaller outlet in Hartford. Once his kids were born, that all went away. He’d show up just before gametime and announce that he was late because he had to attend Alex’s basketball game.
I still can’t believe he’s gone. I remember running with him in Los Angeles during the great Celtic-Lakers days of the 1980s. I remember telling old Baltimore stories with him. Making fun of the Izod shirts. I remember when I tried to set him up with my beautiful cousin, Beth (before he was married, of course). I remember when I showed up without proper credentials at a Dream Team game in Barcelona and Alan used his high school Spanish to get me past security. I remember a million laughs in the press box. I remember how he could finish the lyric of any song line you started. I remember telling him to hurry up so we could get a cab outside the Jags Stadium on Christmas Eve this year. We got out of Jacksonville, made out connection through Charlotte, and he got home for Christmas morning.
The last time I saw Alan was in Indy, and as always, he had a story. He’d arrived late Saturday night (another Alex hoop game, I assume) and his cab went the wrong way on a highway. A death-defying experience. And we laughed about it.
No laughter now. Anne-Marie asked us all to write things down for her children. Please make sure they get all of these tributes.
I definitely didn’t have the long relationship with Alan that others did but he did leave a lasting impression. My first day covering camp in 2005 was a very nervous one in which Alan eased the tension. He was with two young boys and we talked about football, children and my career goals. I had only seen Alan on television and heard him on radio but thought to myself I wish everyone could be like this guy. We left the field and talked all the way out to our cars and a few minutes in the parking lot. Alan always called the second row of tables in the middle “his seat” for press conferences and found a way to make Belichick laugh like no one else could. I’ll miss a guy who always had “the grin” but was great at what he did. I wish his family nothing but the best and too stay strong while remembering the greatness of a Father and Husband.
Producer Sportsradio the Score in Providence