Monthly Archives: May, 2015

Behind The Scenes: Padres Social Hour and stupid technology

I was on the job to host Padres Social Hour today.

But then, some stupid technological thing happened, and the show was having trouble transmitting across the airwaves, and gremlins were messing up the feed and the aliens took over the world and what not … So we didn’t actually make it on-air.

*GASP*

It wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was just stupid technological tekky-tech probzzzz.

But, it was kinda sad because it was the first time this season I was hosting with Randy Jones, and we were really looking forward to it, and I had all my notes and we had good things to talk about and I was having a good hair day and GRRRRR.

So:

These photos act as a tribute to The Day Randy And I Were Set To Host Social Hour But Never Made It On-Air.

(Bows head.)

Before the show. Yay! We're happy! No tech problems ... YET.

Before the show. Yay! We’re happy! No tech problems … YET.

When we found out we weren’t transmitting, but still thought we had a chance to make it for at least a half-hour show…

Blah.

Blah.

The crafty lefty, just straight chillin.

The crafty lefty, just straight chillin.

Then we got a tease that we were going to have a ten-minute show, and we were ready and excited and … IT CRASHED AGAIN.

Behind the scenes, Seth and Nikki were trying to fix it, but it was like, one of those problems that required an engineer.

Stupid technology.

Stupid technology.

An ode to my makeup and hair:

Smiling through the sorrow.

Smiling through the sorrow.

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Mom, Craig Mager, football, and life … (And oh yeah — I’m back)

Man, it’s been a long time.

(This is the point in the blog post where I’m supposed to explain my absence, but honestly, what fun would that be?! Don’t groan. It’ll all unravel itself in future posts anyways.)

Today is about mom, and football, and growing up.

My mom had a stroke about a month ago. She’s okay (relatively) but it scared the living daylights out of me when it happened. It was the first time I came face-to-face with my parents’ mortality, and let. me. tell. you. … That is not a fun meeting.

We watched the Padres during her hospital stay. I mean ... duh.

We watched the Padres during her hospital stay. I mean … duh.

I’m not old, but I’m not young. Relatively speaking, anyways. Many of my close friends have parents who have passed away, and I know it happens, and The Lion King and the Circle of Life and all that, but it’s still a somber thought and it ain’t ever easy. It’s one thing to have a parent pass away when you’re an adult, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to lose a parent as a teenager.

And this is where Craig Mager comes in.

Who?

Ah, yes. Cornerback Craig Mager, the player the Chargers selected in the third round of the 2015 NFL Draft.

Texas State defensive back Craig Mager runs the 40-yard dash at the NFL football scouting combine in Indianapolis, Monday, Feb. 23, 2015. (AP Photo/Julio Cortez)

Texas State defensive back Craig Mager at the NFL football scouting combine in Indianapolis.

Mager has one of those stories that sticks with you. His mom — (a single mother of four, Mager and three younger sisters) — passed away when he was just 15 years old; a hospital-administered overdose responsible for her death.

Mager: “It was like a nightmare. I had a little party the night before because my birthday was actually June ll and she passed away June 15, so I was hanging around with a couple friends and when I came home, I heard she was sick and that she went to the hospital. She thought she had meningitis because she had a stiff neck. So I came back that night … The next morning my youngest sister comes running into the room, talking about how my mom was unresponsive. I rolled out of bed and ran down there to see what was up. I called 911, and we found out after that.”

He had to grow up fast. Though his grandma lived nearby, she was older, and the responsibility fell on Mager to parent his siblings and run the household. While his friends were carefree teens, Mager was doing his best impression of being an adult. He drove his sisters around, made them dinner, helped with homework, did chores, and — oh yeah — played football, well enough to get a scholarship to Texas State. Though he didn’t know it at the time, football would become his sanctuary; the field, a safe place to release his emotions.

One of Mager’s last memories of his mom came during a freshman game, when Mager — (then a running back) — was tackled after a play. As he got up, a player on the opposing team grabbed his facemask and some shoving ensued. Mager’s mom, who was sitting in the stands, jumped over the fence and onto the track to try and protect her first-born — an embarrassing moment for the teenager, but one he would give anything to have back.

What he would do to look up in the stands and see his mom jumping the fence to try and help him…

What he would do, indeed.

Players come and go. Teams come and go. Jobs come and go. Some stuff, though, just goes. And when it goes, it can’t come back.

Mager is a thoughtful, well-spoken young man. He focuses on being respectful and disciplined as a man before all else. He may or may not make it in the NFL, but if he does, the intangible of his mental toughness, his ability to fight adversity and step up when needed, will thread his success story.

It’s easy to get lost in your job, or your problems, or the business of everyday life. Believe me, I know. It’s easy to get lost and forget what’s important. Today, my heart goes out to all those who don’t have someone to say “Happy Mother’s Day” to, who have no phone call to make or no present to buy or no annoying brunch plans.

To all the rest of us, who still have parents we can hug and love and roll our eyes at, savor the time. Savor it while it’s here.