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SoCS — Let’s Go to the Video Tape

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For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has given us the word “tape.” My mind immediately went to Scotch tape, duct tape, cassette tape, tape deck, painter’s tape, video tape, and…wait. Video tape. That reminds me of Warner Wolf, a TV sportscaster back in Washington, D.C. when I was growing up. One of Warner Wolf’s catchphrases was, “Let’s go to the video tape” and then he’d play a brief video tape segment of a certain play in one of that day’s sporting events.

I suddenly remembered that back in November of 2018 I wrote a post about Warner Wolf. So I decided that I would abandon the stream of consciousness format today and would repost my Warner Wolf post. I hope you forgive me, Linda. Here it is.

Let’s Go to the Video Tape

Most TV sportscasters back in the day gave the scores in a boring, listless manner. Being a sportscaster for a local TV station seemed to be a filler job for on-air personalities awaiting their opportunity to report the “real” news. They were all pretty much singing the same, old, boring tune.

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But then, in 1965, something happened that forever changed local sports reporting. The local CBS affiliate hired this young guy named Warner Wolf. He was animated, exciting, and so much fun to watch. He became known for catchphrases like “Boo of the Week,” “Change the Rules,” “Play of the Day” (and week, month, or year), “Give Me a Break,” and my personal favorite, “Let’s Go to the Video Tape.”

Wolf quickly became the top sportscaster in the DC area and I never missed his nightly sports reports. He dominated the sports reporting scene in DC until 1976, when he left for a job with ABC Sports and with the local ABC affiliate in New York City.

Wolf, now 85, is retired, but he left his imprint on sports reporting.

Reblog — Republicans: Speak now or be held complicit in COVID-19 deaths

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No doubt about it, that’s Impeached President Donald J. Trump’s voice on the audiotape dated Feb. 7, 2020, telling veteran journalist Bob Woodward …

Republicans: Speak now or be held complicit in COVID-19 deaths

FOWC with Fandango — Tape

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FOWCWelcome to December 26, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “tape.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

The Accommodation

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E0AA1149-31E7-4A17-935B-8975CCD2AB8AAndy and his wife sat on the other side of the large, mahogany desk of Mr. Henry Simmons, the bank’s loan officer. “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Goldman,” Simmons said, “But you are three months in arrears on your mortgage payments. You leave the bank no choice but to initiate foreclosure.”

Sarah, Andy’s young and very attractive wife, had dressed very provocatively for this meeting, wearing a very short skirt, and a very low cut blouse with the top buttons undone. She and Andy had discussed their options, knowing that they were behind in their mortgage payments and also having heard rumors that Mr. Simmons was quite the lecher. They agreed that Sarah should put her considerable assets on display for Mr. Simmons.

After Simmons broke the news about the foreclosure, Sarah stood up, leaned forward towards Mr. Simmons, and shrugged her shoulders, giving the loan officer a fine view of her ample cleavage. “Mr. Simmons,” she said in a sultry voice, “I’m sure there must be some suitable way we can work this out, don’t you agree?”

Simmons looked over at Andy, who smiled and said, “Luscious, isn’t she?”

Simmons looked at Sarah, then back at Andy. “Am I to understand, Mr. Goldman, that you are offering me your wife in exchange for not foreclosing on your home?” he asked.

Sarah leaned forward even further, leaving nothing of her charms to Simmons’ imagination. She slowly moistened her lips with her tongue, seductively smiled, and whispered, “What do you think, Henry?”

Simmons cleared his throat, wiped his brow, and said, “My dear, I think we have reached an accommodation.”

At that, the door to Mr. Simmons’ office swung open and the bank president and a security guard walked in. The bank president said, “Henry, I think it’s time to start anew.” Then he turned to the security guard, pointed to Simmons, and said, “Arrest that man.”

“Wait!” Simmons said. “There’s been a huge miscommunication here. Nothing untoward happened.”

Andy stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled out the wire he was wearing. The bank president then said, “We’ll let the jury at your bank fraud case decide that after they hear the tape, Henry.”

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (arrears), Ragtag Daily Prompt (suitable), Word of the Day Challenge (luscious), Your Daily Word Prompt (anew), Weekly Prompts (communication), and The Daily Spur (jury). Photo credit: FlutterByStudios@DeviantArt.com

Friday Fictioneers — Broken Glass

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0c69accd-7a1d-41a5-a75f-c263834bcc78I was just about to go to the glass shop to get an estimate to replace the glass in the door when my wife stopped me.

“No, I don’t want you to fix it,” she said. “Leave the tape on the glass.”

“Why would you want to leave it that way?” I asked. “It looks terrible.”

“I want you to leave it that way,” she said, “so you will be reminded every time you enter our house the damage you do when you come home drunk. This time it was the glass you broke. Last time it was my nose.”

(100 words)

Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.