Harry Doyle, PbP, Cle – Rookie Year: 1989. A wasted talent in Cleveland. Once a rising prospect in the broadcast game, his career was derailed by losing, bitterness, and day drinking. Fills the airwaves with disdain for the hometown, though it likely comes from a good place. Frustrated with management and seems to have no interest in career-preservation. Disinterested mood creates influences broadcast negatively. Well too aware of dismal ratings. Would be fascinating to listen to during a pennant chase, though that seems unlikely in this lifetime.
Quotes: “Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor.” “This guy threw at his own son in a father son game” “In case you haven’t noticed, and judging by the attendance you haven’t, the Indians have managed to win a few here and there, and are threatening to climb out of the cellar.”
Sit in a lawn chair in the mid-July sun, drink domestic beer, sneak in a few naps rating: Full 6 pack of buds, 0(+) nap. Total Score: 6