[You can read Part 1 here.]
In Part 1, I began some rather diffuse musings on the relationship of the P1 to The Ticket. My question was whether those who are not as devoted to the station have a point when they deride the fanatic devotion that many of us feel towards The Little One. I asked how Confessors listened to the station and got a variety of responses, most of which sounded a fair amount like my own listening habits.
Makes sense. The ratings have been stratospheric for a long time, so obviously lots of people are listening, and since the ratings for the shows are tops up and down the broadcast day, they're obviously listening a lot.
So -- are we excessively geeked over The Ticket? Are we the radio equivalent of Star Wars enthusiasts (sorry, Ty, I love Star Wars, too) or people who confuse their video game experience with actual living?
I've lived in major metro areas on both coasts and the Midwest. I have listened to sports radio for as long as it's been around. Some pretty good stations, some interesting hosts. When I married Mrs. Plainsman, we were living elsewhere, but her family is all here and I had no family where we were living. It was inevitable that we would move to the Dallas area, and we did so in 2004.
I was looking forward to living in Dallas. No, not because of the TV show. I believed I would find a progressive modern city that had done what many metro areas had done with their downtowns. I apologize to all DFW natives and other enthusiasts, but I was and remain disappointed. (I wrote an article on my feelings about Dallas here.) Since that article, we've had the debacle of the Super Bowl week. Yeah, unusual ice and snow -- but the fact is that Dallas gets lots of ice storms compared with other cities because its temperature hovers around freezing more than elsewhere. The city's response to this would have been appalling even if it hadn't occurred during the most anticipated sporting event in the country; its torpid reaction to the weather emergency during SB Week was symptomatic of a city that's governed by amateurs.
Enough. So I find myself in this overhyped city thinking I'll probably live out my days here, and not too happy about it. (Other than my relationship with Mrs. Plainsman's family, which is delightful.)
But then one day, weaving down the expressway on my way to work poking at the scan function on my car radio, I cruise into one of The Ticket's in-and-out pockets of signal coverage and fortuitously punch in 1310 Amplitude Modulation and hear Those Oh-So-Gentle Musers trading quips about something or other. I'm not sure if I picked up on whether it was supposed to be a sports-talk situation, but it was clearly some guys who were having a good time and not hollering into the mics or talking over one another.
I eventually figured out that they were on 104.1 Frequency Modulation too, and by adroitly switching back and forth I could usually cobble together a reasonably coherent listening experience.
And from that point on, my Dallas experience got a lot better.
So I think that if I'm honest with myself I have to concede that I do have an emotional attachment to The Ticket. It's more than just passing entertainment for me. As I mentioned in Part 1, running this site gives me a somewhat different relationship with the station -- it's more of a hobby than it would otherwise be -- but even in the pre-MTC days I always looked forward to my daily dose of humor, outrage, bad taste, the occasional nugget of information, fart drops, and almost no unpleasant news of the world. During those hours, I probably am living La Vida Ticket.
But I don't feel geeky. My admiration, while vast, is not unqualified. That's what this site is about: celebrating what's great about the station (most of it) and (I hope fairly) raising concerns where they appear. The Little One cultivates a personal relationship with its audience, and, like any friendship, it has its rocky patches. The P1 may stumble through them from time to time, but the friendship endures.
My conclusion: Factoring out the hours I spend on this site, I think my relationship with Sportsradio 1310 The Ticket is just about perfect, and has not warped my personality to the point of obsession.
Factoring back in those hours . . . maybe, some. (Can one be a little obsessive?)
So I'll leave you with this question: Irrespective of when or for how long you listen, how do you actually feel about your relationship with The Ticket? Not The Ticket itself -- I assume we all like it a lot -- but the extent to which it affects your life? That's a pretty touch-feely question, but it has been on my mind for awhile. Do you sometimes, like I do, feel like you're living The Ticket Life?