Blackhawks great Bobby Hull is now a team "Ambassador." Well, now that Hawks games are on WGN again, I thought he should be an "Ambassador" for us too.
Pat Tomasulo Gets Agitated by Blackhawks Adam Burish http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OCyb0yqmm8
It's been a long climb to the lofty heights I've reached: sportscaster for the NUMBER 2 rated morning news show in the NUMBER 3 market, B-level regional celebrity- recognized by 2 out of every 47 people in the greater Chicagoland area. The little 102-year old gyro man down the street even gives me extra tzatziki sauce now, free of charge. It's his way of saying "Thank you." He'd actually say it, but he doesn't speak English very well. These are the perks of importance, and I relish them like a delicate assortment of wines and cheeses.
It wasn't always like this, you know. I was a reporter in Buffalo before moving to Chicago, and my only fan was "Stu," a nice man who used to call from a half-way house and would alternate between asking what the score of the Sabres game was, and threatening my life. Usually the balance was 50-50, but if it tetered, say 60-40, hell 51-49, I'd walk to my car after work with a limp. Sorry Stu, I can't fight you today. I pulled a hamstring this morning!
Before Buffalo, I spent 3 years in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, where I lived in 4 different apartments. I moved once because my roomate went to jail, once because the place smelled like a corpse, and once because my building was a quarter of a mile down an unlit wooded road in the middle of a forest, where they turned of all exterior lighting by 9:00 PM every night, rendering you blind. If you ever live in such a place, don't spend a night watching The Blair Witch Project by yourself after leaving groceries in the car, unless your goal is to break the land-speed record. This little incident, combined with the night a wolf (yes, an actual wolf) made his way to my deck and began a mating call, told me it was time to move on.
So as you see, my 6 years in the broadcasting field have yielded me more life experiences than I could ever imagine, including how to shake a vending machine so that the bigger snacks like cookies and (not the slitherly little M&M or Skittles bags) drop from their slots. Soon I will be posting a blog to share with you all of my previous adventures in small-market television, the interesting people I've encountered along the way, and all the lessons I've learned about life, love, understanding, and how to survive on $17,000 dollars a year.
Pat, I loved watching you and Paul make that cake yesterday! It was awesome! Can you and Paul come to my house and make me a Valentines Day Cake? Please? You guys are the best!
