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Over the last few seasons here on LGK, I've been giving Jim Fox a hard time for his relentless commentary, but the fact is, I love the guy. And I will be one sad hombre when he decides to hang it up.
For me the familiarity of his voice is what's most important. With all the great announcers we've had here in Los Angeles over the years, from Chick Hearn to Vin Scully to Bob Miller, he's the last link to all those great voices.
And, not to forget, I got to see him play in person many times, and he was a fun player to watch. Pops called him "The Spark Plug of the Kings"
Yeah, he likes to talk, and he talks a lot but he has a lot to say. And he knows what he's talking about. Jim has always been the consummate professional and I have a lot of respect for him. So I'm looking forward to hearing him call the game tonight.
And no story about Foxy would be complete without The Night I Almost Killed Jim Fox.
It was the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals in Los Angeles at the Great Western Forum in 1993. My cousin owed me some favors related to tickets (I got him front row and second row center seats to the Pink Floyd concerts at the Los Angeles Sports Arena in 1975 and 1980, respectively).
So he flew in from Hawaii with tickets to the game, about halfway up in the colonnade dead center and he brought with him some marijuana he was growing on the island of Maui.
I've never seen marijuana like this before in my life. It was bright blue and orange and smelled like a skunk.
I said, "Wow that looks really potent" and he said "Dude it's the best!" I said, "That's great, but I'm here to see a hockey game...couldn't you have just brought some normal marijuana, not something that looks like it would kill Snoop Dogg?"
Anyway, he had a little pipe and before the game we went to the top of the colonnade where there's a concrete plateau with enough room for some folding chairs. How do I know that? Jack Kent Cooke, the owner of the Lakers and the Kings gave my grandfather free seats to see the Los Angeles Lakers play the New York Knicks in the championship series in 1970, and we sat in folding chairs on that plateau (that was the game where Jerry West made a 60-foot shot at the buzzer to tie it in regulation. Sadly lost in overtime).
After two hits, I was so stoned I could barely walk. And complicating the matter was the fact that I had my brand new lizard-skin cowboy boots on.
We made it back to our seats and I was kind of freaking out and my cousin said, "Let's go get a couple of beers. That will calm you down". But was I like "I can't walk, dude. I'm too high. And I see Bob and Jim are doing a live pregame interview on the landing at the bottom of our stairs above the concourse. I'm afraid to go down there till they're done."
He told me to quit being a lightweight and get my butt out of the seat and go down to get some beer right now or we weren't going to make it back in time for puck-drop. So I started to attempt to navigate the stairs, but I was kind of wobbly.
And sure enough, right on cue, as we approached Bob and Jim live on the air... I tripped and headed right for Jim (and I'm a big guy, much bigger than Mr. Fox).
Fortunately my cousin, who's even bigger than me, grabbed me before I did a header straight into Jim. But it was a close one. I made it down to the lower stairs on the platform but not before noticing Jim, who was speaking live in the air at that moment, give me that look like "What the...?"
Can you imagine watching Jim and Bob live before the Championship game in LA and all the sudden some stoned fool goes plowing into him headfirst while he's trying to talk and knocks him down into the concourse? That would have made the evening news!
I wonder if Jim remembers that moment? I sure as hell do...
For me the familiarity of his voice is what's most important. With all the great announcers we've had here in Los Angeles over the years, from Chick Hearn to Vin Scully to Bob Miller, he's the last link to all those great voices.
And, not to forget, I got to see him play in person many times, and he was a fun player to watch. Pops called him "The Spark Plug of the Kings"
Yeah, he likes to talk, and he talks a lot but he has a lot to say. And he knows what he's talking about. Jim has always been the consummate professional and I have a lot of respect for him. So I'm looking forward to hearing him call the game tonight.
And no story about Foxy would be complete without The Night I Almost Killed Jim Fox.
It was the first game of the Stanley Cup Finals in Los Angeles at the Great Western Forum in 1993. My cousin owed me some favors related to tickets (I got him front row and second row center seats to the Pink Floyd concerts at the Los Angeles Sports Arena in 1975 and 1980, respectively).
So he flew in from Hawaii with tickets to the game, about halfway up in the colonnade dead center and he brought with him some marijuana he was growing on the island of Maui.
I've never seen marijuana like this before in my life. It was bright blue and orange and smelled like a skunk.
I said, "Wow that looks really potent" and he said "Dude it's the best!" I said, "That's great, but I'm here to see a hockey game...couldn't you have just brought some normal marijuana, not something that looks like it would kill Snoop Dogg?"
Anyway, he had a little pipe and before the game we went to the top of the colonnade where there's a concrete plateau with enough room for some folding chairs. How do I know that? Jack Kent Cooke, the owner of the Lakers and the Kings gave my grandfather free seats to see the Los Angeles Lakers play the New York Knicks in the championship series in 1970, and we sat in folding chairs on that plateau (that was the game where Jerry West made a 60-foot shot at the buzzer to tie it in regulation. Sadly lost in overtime).
After two hits, I was so stoned I could barely walk. And complicating the matter was the fact that I had my brand new lizard-skin cowboy boots on.
We made it back to our seats and I was kind of freaking out and my cousin said, "Let's go get a couple of beers. That will calm you down". But was I like "I can't walk, dude. I'm too high. And I see Bob and Jim are doing a live pregame interview on the landing at the bottom of our stairs above the concourse. I'm afraid to go down there till they're done."
He told me to quit being a lightweight and get my butt out of the seat and go down to get some beer right now or we weren't going to make it back in time for puck-drop. So I started to attempt to navigate the stairs, but I was kind of wobbly.
And sure enough, right on cue, as we approached Bob and Jim live on the air... I tripped and headed right for Jim (and I'm a big guy, much bigger than Mr. Fox).
Fortunately my cousin, who's even bigger than me, grabbed me before I did a header straight into Jim. But it was a close one. I made it down to the lower stairs on the platform but not before noticing Jim, who was speaking live in the air at that moment, give me that look like "What the...?"
Can you imagine watching Jim and Bob live before the Championship game in LA and all the sudden some stoned fool goes plowing into him headfirst while he's trying to talk and knocks him down into the concourse? That would have made the evening news!
I wonder if Jim remembers that moment? I sure as hell do...
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