On this site, we’ve given Pat Foley a hard time a lot. Some of it is just splash-back from our vitriol directed at his broadcast partner, but we haven’t hesitated to point out Foley’s mistakes or sometimes archaic view of the game.
And it’s kind of killed me every time I’ve done so.
Well, at least the temperature is down this weekend, so the sweaty quotient of those piling into The Hilton should be lower than it has been in previous years. John McDonough’s lovechild of self promotion kicks off tonight and runs through the weekend. I used to do this in the Convention Issue of the Indian, but seeing as how I’m not doing summer issues this year I’ll take you through all the sessions all this weekend and get to the truth to what’s really going on.
As we enter the doldrums here is summer, we’re going to be doing a lot of different things to try and entertain you. One will be sharing some of my favorite things from program-version of The Indian. This is my editorial from April 19th on Pat Foley’s 30th Anniversary.
It’s Pat Foley Night here at the UC. 30 years behind the mic doing the Hawks. If you’re like me, that just makes you feel fucking old.
As the season winds down, the results hold less and less meaning. Particularly when the Hawks are matched up against a team that will not be attending the playoffs. There is pretty much next to nothing to take away from these games. Nothing that happened tonight will change anyone’s feelings about the Hawks and whatever shortcomings they may have.
As the season winds down, the results hold less and less meaning. Particularly when the Hawks are matched up against a team that will not be attending the playoffs. There is pretty much next to nothing to take away from these games. Nothing that happened tonight will change anyone’s feelings about the Hawks and whatever shortcomings they may have.