Perhaps I’m partisan, but I really enjoy Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy on NESN’s Red Sox games.
Orsillo is a superior play-by-play man who could work anywhere. Remy‘s the townie you want to have a beer with, except that he put in a decade playing a pretty good second base for the Angels and Sox.
And they can get the uncontrollable giggles. Like the other night at Fenway.
Uncontrollable laughter on the air is a combination of pain and pleasure. You see it, you feel it, you try to stop it, but you can’t.
It starts in the pit of your stomach and works its way up, like a slow train comin.’ By the time your throat tightens and your cheekbones start to rise, you’re a goner. All you can do is let it out and pray you don’t incur the wrath of the management gods.
And yes, it feels so good.