That old Boston accent pops up out of nowhere.
Monday evening I somehow managed to tell our viewers that UConn’s football team was bound for the Fiester Bowl. It was so blatant, I had to stop and ask, “Did I just say Fiester? Yes, I believe I did.”
It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s usually turning the “a” at the end of words into “er.” Philadelphier, Atlanter, Cuber.
I pretty much licked the “ah” problem when I did UMass basketball way back when on WMUA (aka, “The Station of the Cow.”) UMass was playing Providence, which featured Marvin Barnes. I vowed to go the entire game without saying Mahvin Bahnes. I did. And a career of sorts was born.
Still, all these years later, every now and then I open my mouth and it happens. You can take the boy out of Boston, but you can’t take the accent out of the boy.
And you know what? I’m glad it does. We are who we are.