Aw, geez. Albert, twice in a row, vaguely refers to players from the past while calling the play, then has to explain whom he was referring to while the play is going on.
Ann Meyers Drysdale gently tries to bring him into the 21st Century.
And instead of taking the hint that he has to appeal to today's audience, he says, "We're going down memory lane whether they remember or not." That's what he said.
'Freaking New York attitude. What a snot!
That does it! I've switched the sound on my stereo system from TV to radio and am listening to Al McCoy. And, as I sit at my computer, because of the 5-second TV delay to bleep out sounds where the camera is pointed, every play is visually like an instant replay.
That's the way it will be until "The Klutz", as he calls himself, hitchhikes his way back to New Yawk. Or gets DUI's or tells the Front Office what shirts he is going to wear.