Entries with the tag: drew remenda
Last Saturday, San Jose Sharks play-by-play man Randy Hahn broadcasted his 1000th game for the team. 1000 games—now that’s quite a while, and they showed a retrospective of some of Randy’s past color commentators besides current partner Drew Remenda.
That montage brought back some good and bad memories, and at the risk of sounding like a homer, Randy and Drew are my favorite broadcast team to watch, and I’ll get into why down below. However, when you paired Randy with other color guys, that special element disappeared and it became just another game.
That got me to thinking: in this age of Center Ice, who is your favorite broadcast crew? Here’s why I think Randy and Drew are the best.
From the ever-amusing Drew Remenda at the Seagate Broadcaster Blog (remember, he was an assistant coach for the Sharks before he became part of the only NHL broadcast team to publicly discuss their telecast’s drinking game):
Now a normal video before a game at the team meal would be 6 to 10 minutes. Dean Evason and Kelly Kisio used to walk in the room and ask, “How long?” Just so they could watch the clock and get out of there. Well Deano asks me “how long?” I respond 45 minutes. Dean and Kelly almost punched me out they are so mad. I said “Hey guys, we’ve lost the last two games by a combined score of 19-1, so we’ve got some things to fix.” I said they could watch it while they ate and that the video was self-explanatory so we wouldn’t have to start and stop and go back. That settled them a bit. They stacked their plates, sat down and I turned on the video.
First scene has Charlie Sheen as Ricky Vaughn taking the head off the wooden batsman with a big time out of control fastball. The guys laughed and continued laughing for 45 minutes. The tape was funny but it also had the underlying message of the movie still intact. A message of hope, teamwork, sacrifice and friendship when the odds are against you.
The perfect coda to this would be if next season prior to a big playoff game, Patrick Marleau looks at his stick and says, “F&*! you, Jobu, I do it myself” and gets a hat trick to get past the second round of the playoffs.