On Sundays when I was a young teenager, my routine never varied in the fall. Sunday Mass then home to a huge breakfast of pancakes and bacon. I'd sit at the kitchen table and STUDY the Boston Sunday Globe sports section - especially everything written about the upcoming football game that afternoon. After breakfast, I'd trudge upstairs to start my homework. But before I got my books and papers out, I made sure I tuned my radio to any and all Patriots pregame info I could find. The Patriots weren't as good then, so I watched eight games (away) on TV, and listened the eight home games on WBZ called by Gil Santos. Although the glory years were still down the road, he made the Patriots come alive for me, and I NEVER missed a game. Gil Santos was my information pipeline when Foxborough was blacked out.
I can still hear him calling the game as I struggled with my algebra and the smell of mom's pot roast wafted up from the kitchen. His was a friendly voice from the gridiron at a time when Patriots management was incompetent and negligent, and when my brother and I were the only Patriots fans in school.
I am very thankful that Gil got to call the very best games the Patriots ever had. He narrated the moments that will live forever.
Thank you for keeping the fire burning during the lean years, Gil... and thank you for making the glory years sound so amazing. May the Lord bless you and keep you.