With those words the radio host read the scores - just the numbers, not the teams. And not even what sport they played. This was some years ago in Ketchikan, Alaska. A small town by "down south" standards but fourth largest in Alaska at the time. There were two stations, one AM and one FM. The FM was mostly staffed with volunteers. The sports-scores-man reliably reported. The newspaper filled in the details.
I looked at the scores in this morning's papers. I thought of the sports-scores-man. Listening years ago, I usually could tell which sport generated the scores: 2 to 1, probably hockey; 7 to 5, baseball; 14 to 10, football. Yesterday's college football contests were a rout for the losers. The top ten teams won their games by an average spread of 34.33 points. Boise State beat Fresno State 50 to 7. In the top 25 contests, the average spread was 24.75. Where were the squeakers? The games that kept fans glued to their seats, hearts pumping, cheers and waves rolling? Did the cheer leaders keep their pace? Did the bands roll a crescendo to urge on the side? Or did the crowd thin, drawn to the tailgates or frat houses, or home to rake leaves? Its not much fun to watch a rout.