Tony Kornheiser (51:16)
From Adam McCaslin in Mattoon, Illinois, I just want to congratulate you and Wilbon for sounding the oldest you've ever sounded. Which is no mean feat as you both came up with about five different names each for the Kentucky Derby winner, none of them correct. This is why we listen. Patrick Sitter and Sioux Falls Grow Bags. Why don't you just plant your potatoes in those extra large Nike socks? Brilliant. Justin Johnson, Arlington, Virginia. I've been a little behind on the podcast, so I don't know if we're still doing names or not, but until about the age of seven I really wanted to have my name legally changed to Ace. I'm pretty glad that wasn't something that worked out. I have these two long emails here that are just lovely. Do I have time to do them? Yeah, sure. One is from Will Graves, late of the A.P. any writes Mr. Tony just a note, hoping you'll join us in giving a salute to Laura Little and longtime AP Boston not sure how far it is from Revere sportswriter Jimmy Golan as he somewhat begrudgingly walks off into the sunset After a 35 plus year career, the first 20 or so working as hard as possible, the last 15 or so successfully doing the opposite. Jimmy, Chuck And Roxy episode 349 is among the latest wave of veteran AP journalists who agreed to take a buyout as the company attempts to quote, pivot to insert whatever idea of the day the suits have here. Jimmy is everything you want in a sportswriter, a mixture of funny, concise, semi talented and belligerent to the bosses in a way that was somehow endearing. Just as importantly, he was and is a good hang. We held a goodbye roast over Zoom last week, and it's telling of how the job is changing. That almost all the stories that were told were at least 10 to 15 years old, symbolic of a yearning for sports writers of a certain age, of a time when the job was simpler, the villains easier to identify, and the expense accounts actually existed. While Jimmy's somewhat early retirement allows him to go follow his true calling, serving as the trophy husband to his incredible wife, Tony. As someone only slightly younger, it's hard not to shake the feeling that it isn't a matter of when I get the same offer Jimmy and others received last month isn't well, if I do. But when. So now I'm going to do what Jimmy would expect me to do and make it about me. Well, okay, about you and me. As a chance to provide my little bona fides, I've attached a copy of the essay I wrote while filling out college applications as a senior at Thomas stoneheim in Waldorf, Maryland in the fall of 1991. The essay is immature, cliche, written, and remarkably self centered. Is it a wonder I went into sportswriting, though it also notes that your columns gave my father and I something to bond over at a time in our lives that was difficult to navigate for both of us. I wrote it at the height of the bandwagon era and every Tuesday I would bring in my copy of the Sports section and my friends and I would pour over the latest Bandwagon Dispatch during lunch. Those columns helped me realize what I wanted to do with my life. While I never did quite reach the Post, save for the occasional byline awarded by a WaPo copy editor, I managed to spend the last 30 years getting paid to do what I love for a living, including the last 20 at the AP, where I've developed a reputation for burying the lead as much as the law allows. Much like this email, I'll add parenthetically, that everyone in AP Sports joins you in mourning the passing of the Post Sports section as it was once for a variety of reasons. The great people that produce some of the best sports journalism in the world being at the top of the list. Your influence on my life's path cannot be understated. And I know I'm hardly alone. There was a generation of sports writers nearing their dotage who, like me, got into the business because of the joy, insight and craft you put into your work. The 17 year old kid who wrote that essay has become a 51 year old father of two with a soon to be 17 year old of his own. My son still isn't sure what he wants to do with his life, just like most kids his age. I'm fortunate I never had that problem. The Post Sports section on Tuesday, Thursdays and Sundays and every day in between made sure that. Thanks for everything. Oh, and eat it, Golan. Chuck and Roxy, call me. And that's Will Graves, who's a national AP sports writer. And we got this note from Jimmy Golan himself, Uncle Tony. As the official Olympic beach volleyball correspondent of the Tony Kornizer Show, I wanted to let you know that my increased availability because last week I took a voluntary buyout from the Associated Press to get ahead of the impending involuntary layoffs. This development came in the same month that I finished third in the company's March Madness pool. That's right, third place. You're fired. It's okay. I already have a set of steak knives. If you're out on your bike tonight, everyone is always to wear white. Tony. Tony, listen. I am so old that people are retiring. Who. Who used me as a role model.