The only thing that makes me feel "bad" is that this is yet another reminder of my own struggle with Father Time. Brent is only three years younger than Mary Tyler Moore, who passed away yesterday, and he's actually 14 months older than Uncle Verne.
As far as next on the chopping block - how about Skip Clueless?
On the flip side, when I first saw him at eight years old, I saw a complete and utter nerd. TOTALLY, and I didn't even know what that word meant then. I always thought Brent's greatest gift was the fact that he got canned at CBS the week before their MLB coverage began - forcing them to hire the incredible Jack Buck to call the games along with (Someone Strangle) Tim McCarver. As a Braves fan, I am SOOO glad that we have Buck's voice calling that memorable series. Can you imagine Musberger even trying to come up with, "And we'll see ya - tomorrow night!" when Kirby Puckett tied the series at three apiece?
But he got the best of that, too - he was on postgame coverage for Super Bowl XXV. I didn't 'have' to listen to him, and he got an up close seat to a great game.
In 1981, Jimmy the Greek punched him, I believe in a bar (details hazy to me, I was 11). After Greek got his walking papers following his anthropology lesson in 1988, somebody observed, "Jimmy the Greek wasn't all bad - after all, he punched Brent Musberger and made Phyllis George cry."
"You are LOOK-ing LIVE at the end of Brent's career."
RTR