Almost certainly of interest only if you grew up listening to New York Sports Radio 66 the FAN, the first 24/7 sports-radio station in the country, which debuted on July 1st, 1987.
A friend got this book for me, and it made for some light evening reading. Which is appropriate, because the evenings were usually when I listened to Steve Somers, for the most part back in middle- and high school.
Mike and the Mad Dog were on during daytime hours back then, and I used to listen to them a fair amount as well, but Mike (Francesa) became pretty unbearable after he and "Dog" split. When I listen to sports radio or commentary, I need just a little bit of humor and perspective- a hint that the person talking understands that sports are entertainment, and that he/she's lucky to be able to BS about them all day for a living. I'm really getting away with it, aren't I? To say you never get that awareness from Mike Francesa would be an understatement.
But Steve with his very distinctive voice would usually come on after a Mets game (often a loss), maybe 10pm EST or so, and his chill, relaxed vibe was perfect for that time of night. He really was a bit of a poet with those opening monologues, with lots of wordplay and good-natured humor. I still feel that way, even though the more he belabored his quirky monikers and turns of phrase in this book (like calling the Islanders the "Icelanders"), the less nostalgia I felt for them.
I still remember being up late with a roommate about ten years ago, a Friday night/Saturday morning about 3 a.m. He'd never been into sports. We turned on the radio for some reason, found the FAN, and he was stunned to hear Larry from the Bronx or whoever stroking out over the state of the Yankees' bullpen at such an hour. I could see the realization dawn slowly on my friend's face- that for some people, it never ends.
There's an interesting section here where Steve comments that he thinks the act of late-night radio listening has at least as much to do with people wanting some company as the actual content of the show. It's probably the best part of the book, and you can tell he felt genuinely fond of his regular overnight callers: Doris from Rego Park, Jerome from Manhattan, Short Al from Brooklyn, Bruce from Bayside. Genuine New York characters. I don't know if the late-night magic that guys like Steve or (in a very different lane) Art Bell produced really exists anymore in the age of podcasts, but the better parts of this book felt like a link to that time, when voices in the night were something precious. When you still had to worry that eventually you might find yourself alone with your thoughts again.
I'm not going to pretend the book's particularly well-done, even grading on the sportswriting curve. Steve may be too nice of a guy. There are times he seems to allude to juicy behind-the-scenes gossip, but he rarely expands on the story. There's about a 10-page stretch in which he just produces a series of extremely uninteresting and unfunny e-mails between himself and Jerry Seinfeld. There's another stretch that's just made up of testimonials from co-workers about what a nice and talented guy he is (Francesca's is conspicuously brief). There's an overall confirmation that, although he's probably one of the brightest people who ever worked at the FAN, he still doesn't have much curiosity about the world beyond the travails of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. But we've all got our artificial horizons. He comes across as a warm-hearted guy all the same, and this is probably worth a look if you were ever a Somers fan.