Originally posted July14, 2009
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Before ipods, before walkmans, before tvs, before cable, even before satellites left the world of sci-fi and went into the sky, it was a transistor radio stuck to your ear, the crackle of the announcer "foul... rbi... and he's... OH AND IT'S.... bullpen... " and the fiddling of the tiny dial, not a button preset, but a precise touch and turn that required the finesse of an ancient watchmaker.