Wish You Were Here…

May 28, 2009 | Luke Jones

It was an amazing night at Padonia Station, and the enthusiasm for Baltimore sports was off the charts!

I’d like to start by thanking Nestor Aparicio and the rest of the WNST staff for such a fun and exciting opportunity to talk Baltimore sports.  This contest was just one example why WNST is the best sports radio station in the city of Baltimore.  To simply provide an opportunity to write and do talk radio is something that you won’t find anywhere else, and I am very grateful.

I’d also like to thank my Aunt Sue who first told me about the competition and encouraged me to give it a shot.  She told me right away that she thought I had the knowledge and talent to do it, and her words pushed me to send in my resume and cover letter to WNST.

My family and friends that came out tonight were totally amazing and put my nerves at ease.  They also gave me the thrill of what it feels like to be Luke Scott with the “Luuuuuuuke” chants all night.  They kept me cool as a cucumber—and I know someone will get a laugh out of that!

My mom has been my No.1 fan throughout the competition, constantly reading my blogs and showing her support.  I love her very much.

It was also great having my grandfather at Padonia Station tonight.  After all, he was the one to teach me everything I know about Johnny Unitas and the Baltimore Colts, so it was only fitting for him to be present.

Without being too long-winded (this is starting to sound like the Oscars, isn’t it?), there are three more people I want to thank that couldn’t be there tonight—at least in the physical sense.

My grandmother and other grandfather were two people with whom I shared a great deal of Baltimore sports memories.  Their love and passion for Baltimore sports was something I recognized from a very young age, and I miss them dearly.

The final person I NEED to thank is my father Michael Jones.  In addition to being the best father you could possibly have, he taught me what it means to be a Baltimore sports fan.  His passion for the Orioles, Colts, Terps, and the Ravens was unmatched by anyone—including me.

Dad’s passing in 2004 was—and still is—very difficult for me, but I feel most closely connected with him when I’m watching and talking Baltimore sports.  I miss him dearly, but I know he’s smiling down fondly tonight.

My dad’s favorite band was Pink Floyd, and the title of this post says it all.

I’ll see you in the end zone, Dad.

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