8.24.2009

High School Here We Come!

"Yikes!"
I keep finding myself saying that.
"Yikes!"
Between the hit a family takes with registration costs for three kids in three different schools (RHS, Fremont and Fullerton) and the fact that I have a FRESHMAN AT RHS we're getting a big dose of learning at the Prawitz house.
The other day I was working on a project with TV news anchor Korenza Burris. I think we're about the same age, but she was talking all about her 18 month old daughter.
I was talking about my freshman in high school.
"Yikes!"
My freshman is tackling Marching Band at RHS. She plays the tuba. Tori is probably the skinniest tuba player around. Already the kids are calling her 'The Beast'. Kinda the way you call a bald guy 'curly' or a big person 'tiny'.
I've always heard alot about the hours the kids put in for Marching Band. Now I know.
"Yikes!"

8.18.2009

Thoughts from a (Moderate) Half Shell Fan

***Editor's note***
I'm not an 'every week at the Half Shell' kinda guy.
But this morning I made the trek to the Half Shell to get an up-front spot for Susan Tedeschi.
The thought process I experienced was kinda like Smeagol and Gollum in Lord of the Rings.
The innocent, well behaved person influenced by the evil thoughts that sneak in.


buzzzzzzz!
Uh. 3:15.
buzzzzzzz!
Hit the snooze button.
buzz!click.
Aaah.
Wait.
Its 3:15.
"They're taking your spot."
No they're not man. Sleep a little longer.
Aaahhh.
"Nope. Gotta get up."
"Gotta beat them there."
C'mon its oh-dark-30. Nobody gets up this early even for a blanket at the Half Shell....
"You set your alarm this early."
"Certainly someone else did, too."
Okay. I'm up.
"Yeeeessssssss."
Where'd I leave my sandals?
Got my shorts.
Got my shirt.
Got my hat.
Need to brush my teeth.
"No time."
Gotta get some coffee.
"No time."
To the car.
"Yeeeeesssssss."
3:22. Nobody's gonna be there.
What's that?
Another car!?
Its 3:23am!
Who are you people?
"You're driving down Harvard at 3:25am."
"Who are you?"
Good point.

Left turn to Stewart Parkway.
Left turn light's green.
Two cars are coming from the other direction.
Who are these people!?
Light stays green!!!
"Ha ha haha beat them..."
Turning right into the park now.
There's another car.
Turn signal's on.
No way!
Another person?
Anyone on the road at (check the time) 3:27 is heading to the Half Shell.
"But you beat him, too."
"Good thing you got up."
(Yeah, good thing I listened to my evil voice.)
"I heard that."

Okay, park at the pavilion or around by the bathrooms?
Everyone else is by the bathrooms.
I'll stop here.
"Gotta go gotta go gotta go."
Don't look like your hurrying.
"move move move."
Walk calmly. Its 3:30am.
Nobody gets up this early.
You'll be fine.
Your spot is fine.
"Hurry hurry hurry."
What mud? Move it.
Dodge the sprinklers.
Walk.
"Other people are ahead of you, going down the hill."
"Move faster!"
Look at them.
WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?
"You're here too, psycho-boy"
Shut up in there, I'm trying to find a good spot.

Okay, lots of blankets here already.
But some room up front.
There's the spot I want. But maybe I want that spot over there.
Hmmm.
I thought I wanted that spot.
Maybe it would be bet-
"JUST PUT THE BLANKET DOWN!"
Okay. Right here.
"Yeeeeessssss."
Okay. Mission Accomplished.
Back home we go.
"Both of us."
Yes.

Funny, the ride home was a lot more quiet than the trip to the park before I had my blanket in place. But every time I saw another car I heard:
"Beat them."
"Beat them too."

Ahh. Nothing like the wonderful feeling of community and togetherness the Half Shell brings.
And at the concert, too.

8.17.2009

Susan!!

I am a very big fan of blues singer Susan Tedeschi, who plays the Half Shell in Roseburg Tuesday night. For some reason, most of the people I know - including my own wife - look at me like I'm crazy when I talk about her.
I have made it clear to my wife - and most of the people I know - that my fandom has nothing to do with anything so shallow as what Susan looks like. I would understand if people - including my wife - disapproved of my level of excitement regarding her concert in Roseburg IF it was all about how 'hot' I thought Susan was.
Instead, I am a fan because of the unique combination of her incredible singing voice, her talents as a guitarist and her driving riffs and moving lyrics. She is a sincere performer who sounds like a combination of Bonnie Raitt and Janis Joplin.
Its funny, but when it comes to music, my wife and I are on different levels.
We both love country music and like the same groups. We also both like most of the same 80s music we listened to in high school.
But anything outside of that, its like I'm from Jupiter or something.
I really get into Van Halen and the Police and enjoy watching just about anyone performing live.
I recently recorded Rush in concert in Frankfurt on the DVR, planning to crank it up on the surround sound sometime - and to show our middle daughter Abby what a real "Rockband" looks like.
My wife deleted it.

What?!
How can she not appreciate the talent that those classic bands have, no matter what their music sounds like? Performers with authentic passion are interesting to watch, heck I even recorded Amy Winehouse live in London the other day. It wasn't about her, it was about an interesting person doing her 'thing'. I deleted it after about ten minutes - didn't like the performance.
Well, Susan is an amazing performer with authentic passion, too but for some reason, I get the sense that my wife doesn't like her and doesn't want to like her because she thinks I'm a bit over the top on this.
The same thing came from my co-workers this morning when I found out I was getting an interview with Susan Tedeschi on Inside Douglas County.
It was exciting to talk to someone I admire.
And yet, they all kind of rolled their eyes when I talked about it.
I guess I've crossed the line somewhere, but I think if people actually understood why I like her music so much, they'd cut me some slack.

Anyway, my middle and youngest daughters are excited about the concert and so am I.
I'm pretty sure I'll get to meet Susan after the concert and it will be an honor to meet someone who brings that authentic passion to what she does.

8.10.2009

Fair Week Was A Blast!

It was a busy week around here. The Douglas County Fair, The Blast's 50 year Anniversary, the dramatic conclusion to Band Camp and the continued ramp-up to back-to-school.

Just the Fair itself is enough to stop the heart of any radio person.

Like alot of businesses, we put alot of effort into the Fair.

For us, hours in the booth are compounded by live broadcasts and emceeing stage events, not to mention trying to get our own kids (and blankets) down to see all the fun.

Highlight #1: Meeting Huey Lewis:

Lowlight #1: Having to sit behind a group of teenagers who stood the through Huey's entire concert. They never looked up from their phones and one girl cried on her other friend's shoulder - no doubt the catastrophic ending to a deep and meaningful relationship.
It was so bad, the girl was crying during "Back in Time"! C'mon yo, ain't that what the Teen Zone's for!?


Highlight #2: Riding "El Nino" with my middle daughter.

Lowlight #2: Seeing my oldest daughter holding hands with a boy. More than once.

Highlight #3: Interviewing Tyler Pinch, who won Grand Champion lamb just days after losing several sheep to a lightning strike at the family ranch.

Lowlight #3: Thursday at 12:25 I still didn't know who was going to be at our booth for Inside Douglas County. (Here's a secret: I'm a little bit 'last minute' sometimes. Shhhhh)

Highlight #3A: It turned into our best show with Sam Lee saving my bacon, Drake the race promoter and Harold Phillips himself stopping by.

In addition to the Fair, it was the 50th Anniversary of the Roseburg Blast.
Monday, I spent time with Del McKay, who recited his memories from that day. Thursday, I caught up with Chuck McCallum, the owner of Chuck's Texaco, to hear his take.
Over the weekend, the News Review produced an amazing special section on the Blast, educating us all on the real-life terror of that day.

Last week, my oldest daughter, Tori, participated in a daily band camp at Fremont, leaving the two younger girls without their (free) babysitter. When Del and his wife Ginny heard that Abby and Raegan were going to fend for themselves, they insisted the girls spend the mornings at their house. Those girls fell in love with the McKays, spending time feeding the birds and squirrels in their backyard and telling stories. It was a beautiful thing to see how much fun my girls had at Del and Ginny's.

We spent Friday night at UCC to see Tori's band play some jazz in the Swanson Amphitheater. It was fun to sit outside and watch those kids belt out the jazz with the likes of Dr Jason Heald, Ross Hansen and other accomplished pickers and players.

Finally, in a weak moment, I agreed to spend the night in the backyard in our tent Saturday night. Raegan has been asking for months and this weekend provided the best opportunity to pull it off.
Two things.
1) 50 degrees, when combined with overnight dew, only one blanket and an air mattress feels like 30 degrees. I woke up at 1:23am, freezing cold. After retreiving socks, sweats and a quilt, I returned to finish out the night though my big soft bed did call my name.
2) air matresses stink.

Should be a calm week, considering the running we did last week.
School's coming very quickly. We've got haircuts and supplies to pay for and the local economy will benefit from a recent clothes shopping trip. Thank God my wife and three girls left me home for that one.

8.02.2009

Post-Tournament (and Post-Season) Thoughts

The Docs almost forced their way into the final day of the 2009 American Legion State Tournament in Corvallis, but in the end, the over-achieving team from Roseburg survived the bracket long enough to serve as the last big hurdle for Richey's Market to clear en route to the regional tournament.
The 2009 Roseburg American Legion Baseball Team went from appearing to expect things to be handed to them at the beginning of the season to a team that clearly understood the benefits of hard work.
In the end, this team took on the personality that every sports fan hopes to see: a team that fulfills their potential and challenges for the title.
Roseburg became a threat to the post-season plans of Medford and Corvallis.
Both teams beat the Docs, but they also had to admit that the team they saw in the tournament was far more formidable than the team they saw during the regular season.
So, who made the biggest strides?
1) Chris Case - My favorite story of the season. Case went from pitching 3 innings for Roseburg High in the spring and a surprise addition to the Docs' roster to Scott Shaver's starter in Area 4 contests. Case wasn't tremendously effective early, but Coach Shaver's confidence in him paid off when Case shut Klamath Falls down in the deciding third game of the playoffs. Case actually topped that performance with a complete game shutout against Wilson in the third game of the tournament.
Case's confidence was apparent in Corvallis, where he was relaxed and seemed to expect to have success. He bloomed right in front of us. He really went from almost total unknown to a star on this team. Who knows how those two starts change his life? In ten years he might point to this summer as a critical time of his life. I have a story like that. Maybe Chris does now, too.
2) Brandon Jackson - BJ became the most effective pitcher the Docs had this summer, but it wasn't obvious until his amazing (and risky) run through the middle of the Area 4 schedule. Brandon produced a complete game win against Grants Pass in the sweep in Roseburg, then demanded the ball for the first game against Eugene just a few days later. He was going against the advice of his own dad on that one, but produced another complete game win. Next, he wanted the ball again the next Tuesday for the doubleheader against Klamath Falls. With both his dad and Coach Shaver watching for any indication of a problem, Brandon issued his third straight complete game win, single-handedly dragging the Docs out of the cellar and back into the playoff race. He felt a little twinge in his fourth straight league start and - to his credit - shut himself down after one inning.
People can say what they want about the fact that Brandon got the ball four straight times, but he also proved what he is capable of this summer. Now if he could just get through the first inning without giving up runs in order to get 'in the zone'...
3) Cameron Newell - Cameron was a quiet contributor to the Roseburg Indians' run to the state title game and kept up his steady performance for the Docs this summer. His calm demeanor and solid work ethic made him a crucial part of this team - and has drawn the attention of some pretty prominent college coaches.
4) Bo Younker - Did Bo bloom this summer or just not realize the quality of pitching changed after the 2A/1A state championship? Younker already signed with Western Oregon and Coach Robbins must be glad, because Bo just crushed pitching this season, to the tune of nearly 50 RBIs (in 37 games). He might be the next big-time athlete in the line of Jamie Burke/Ole Sheldon/Troy Polamalu/Josh Bidwell.
5) Jared Stoffal - In the state tournament, Jared was the Docs most consistent offensive threat. He homered against Wilson and played a very solid third base (even though he's a second baseman and shortstop for Douglas). Stoffal is another quality switch-hitting opposite-field hitter who can take that approach to hitting to the next level after high school. 2009 must have been a much more enjoyable season for Jared, who looked like he struggled to get comfortable last year.

There are similar stories for other players who were critical contributors to the Docs this season, but more or less fulfilled their expected roles.
AJ Royal, Mitch Huff, Jordan Guthrie, Austin Stone, Johnny Farrington and Vince Ampi provided the heart and soul of this team. The team took on Royal's personality and loose approach, which probably drove Coach Shaver a bit batty at times, but he knew trying to force the team to change would have a been a bad idea. Mitch showed his value - and maturity - by agreeing to pitch for the Docs when things were at their worst. He deserved better than he got with a couple of late league losses, but also got the save in the clincher at Klamath Falls. He is a dedicated baseball player who is also destined for success in college. Jordan Guthrie will go to Shasta College in northern California in the fall. In college, guys like Guthrie are tested through less-than-friendly means. Guthrie is such a nice kid I hope his toughness comes out because at some point soon, he's gonna have to dig very deep to stay in the game. That doesn't mean I don't absolutely love Jordan, it only means that life gets alot more serious for athletes after they leave high school.
Austin Stone also provided the Docs with a steady hand at second. He provided a hit per game and few mistakes at second base while going about his business with pride every day.
Austin's a solid ballplayer - and a better person. I can't wait to see whats next for him.
Johnny Farrington and Vince Ampi go into the same category for me: Total Baseball Junkies.
I really hope both of these guys get the chance to play this game for a lot of years to come. Some coach somewhere is going to discover the pure talent these two guys possess - thanks to tremendous amounts of dedication to and respect for the game.
Matt Thompson was one of the Roseburg Indians who had big expectations on him coming into the summer. Despite his best efforts, Thompson never quite got over the hump, but he's going to play at Western Oregon in the fall and I think he'll be in the line of Nick Waechter and Blake Keitzman - pitchers who wind up getting some big-time attention from the big boys.
For the rest of the players - Dakota Cavens, Austin Marsh, Sky Woods, Derek Priestley, Kyle Jaukkuri and Bryson Norton - the season was a mix of hard work, dedication and sacrifice without the payoff of a big moment in the sun. Some fought injuries or sickness or struggles on the field. Others knew playing time was going to be limited, but stuck it out anyway. Docs fans appreciate you guys, too.

One more personal note from me as one season ends and football is set to begin.
Thank you to the parents and players and coaches and fans who consider me part of the team.
I was never quite good enough to be a contributing factor on a good team as a kid.
In fact, I was usually the last guy taken, the last to play and the first to be teased by other kids.
I loved the games, but wasn't particularly strong, quick or tough. I was also extremely proud to be on any team I happened to make. I was the kid who wore his jersey top to school or practice the day after they were handed out, despite the specific instructions against such a choice in apparel. I was just so happy to be identified with a team - I couldn't help myself.
Well, that same pride comes over me when people associate me so closely with a team.
Even though I'm all grown up, being part of the Roseburg teams has always been a source of great pride. Thank you for telling me you heard me say this or that and thank you for making me feel like 'part of the team'.

Brian