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Rob Oxford: "Oh Thank Heaven"

Saturday, May 25, 2024

Rob Oxford (not Hulk Hogan) and his bandmates in Whiskey River Skynyrd Tribute.

By Rob Oxford

I was in line at my local convenience store this afternoon and started to feel the presence of someone standing rather closely behind me.

Maybe just a little too close.

As uncomfortable as it was, I didn’t feel the need to acknowledge the situation. I was only there for a “Bellywash”, a soda pop as my Brother Stan would call them and there were only two customers in front of me, so I knew my time in line would be brief.

Nor was there any reason to exchange pleasantries with anyone. Yes, you grew up in Texas where everyone waves and says Hi to everyone else, but just sit this one out. Keep your head down, your mouth closed and you’ll be out of here and on your way home in no time.

This is not the time to be an extrovert. It’s Memorial Day Friday and you’ve got places to be. I wish I’d remembered my earbuds. You can always pretend not to hear while wearing your earbuds.

As the line started to move, I heard someone talking but wasn’t sure exactly where it was coming from? Turning around, the young man behind me asked if what I was holding was “the only thing you’re gonna get?” Puzzled, I answered that indeed it was.

At first I thought he may have been in a hurry and wanted to jump the line, to which I would have been amenable. But I had a single item and he was holding nothing?

He appeared to be in his mid 20’s, but sadly looked much, much older. I would soon find out why.

Still contemplating as to why he would ask if I was only purchasing the Bellywash, he then said, “my sponsor wants me to do one nice thing for one person every day, and I’d like to buy that for you…and because you look like Hulk Hogan.” (Certainly not the first time I’ve heard that one)

Chuckling and now even more unsure as to whether or not I was being “played”, I again politely said no thank you.

But then it hit me, Was I preventing someone from fulfilling a commitment to their sobriety?

He mentioned once again that I looked like Hulk Hogan to which I responded, “It’s my biceps and pectorals right?”

Both of us laughed and he asked if I was sure he couldn’t pay for my item? Had it not been an overpriced soft drink, packed with caffeine and sugar, certain to keep me up long after my bedtime and cause cavities at $2.49 a bottle, I might have said yes.

Instead, I gave my new acquaintance a fist bump and asked him how long he’d been sober?

“May 8th of this month.”

…16 days!

His smile upon reporting this amazing accomplishment to me was beyond description. Although I could see his teeth were in desperate need of care, he had no problem showing them all to me with his ear-to-ear grin. He was 16 days sober and he was very proud.

After exchanging another fist bump and hug, I explained to my new friend that by merely asking to purchase my item, by making that attempt, I felt he had fulfilled his commitment to his program. He looked at me intently and I felt that in my words, he found comfort.

I’m certainly not qualified to give substance abuse counseling and I'm not Hulk Hogan, but thankfully I'm able to have compassion and empathy for those struggling with addiction. I also know that $2.49 is way too much to pay for a soft drink.

I wish for my new friend continued and long-lasting success on his road to recovery.

If you or someone you know has an addiction problem? Please find valuable assistance in this guide to addiction services in the Shoreline area.

A Guide to the Addiction Resources Found in Shoreline, Washington (northpointrecovery.com)


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Rob Oxford: All three of our varsity football teams were victorious in their first week of play

Thursday, September 8, 2022

Shorewood Coach Rob Petschl and son Reid (#11)
Shea Sullivan Photography
By Rob Oxford

We’ve wrapped up the first week of the 2022/23 high school football season and all three of our varsity teams came away victorious.

Shorecrest

Coach Brandon Christensen is back for his 13th season at Shorecrest, preparing another young team for the bright lights of Friday Night.

In an effort to improve on last year’s disappointing overall record of 3 – 7, Coach C. has enlisted the talents of first year coaches Marcus Tidwell and Des Fox, both former Shorecrest standouts, to hopefully replicate the one-loss season they enjoyed together in 2021.

The Scots got the season started at home against Meadowdale, defeating their Wesco opponent 14 – 8. A low-scoring defensive battle, the highlight of the night was the exceptional play of Ben Chesnut. The junior had two sacks, one resulting in a safety, scored the game winning touchdown and intercepted the pass that ultimately ended the night for the Mavs.

Shorecrest will have their hands full Friday as they travel to Monroe to take on a Bearcat team coming off a 56 – 14 win over Roosevelt and ranked 12th (3A) in the state.

Stormray QB Rory Swanson (10) and The Protection
Shea Sullivan Photography

Shorewood


The Shorewood Stormrays were in action last Friday afternoon meeting the Lakeside Lions under a blazing hot, end-of-summer sun at Nathan Hale and had I known the bleachers at the field weren’t covered, I’d have worn my bonnet.

In all fairness and with full disclosure, I chose to attend the Shorewood game because my son is in his 2nd year as an assistant to Head Coach Rob Petschl.

This should be an exciting and somewhat emotional year for the Stormrays Coach as his son Reid Petschl is a Captain playing in his Junior year.

However, if last Friday’s game is any indication, production is not something that needs to overly concern Coach Rob. Especially on the Defensive side of the ball. Reid and fellow Senior Hunter Tibodeau recorded two sacks and nine tackles each on their way to a 41 – 30 win over Lakeside. On the Offensive side of the ball, opponents will want to keep an eye or probably all eyes on the Senior running attack of Alberto Solano, Eduardo Eulogio, Isaac Van Horn and Rory Swanson.

On Friday, the Stormrays are home against Lynnwood at 7pm.

Kings

Kings was also at home last Friday with a non-district matchup defeating Lincoln 48 – 23. This Friday, Coach Jim Shapiro and the Knight’s host East Jefferson (Port Townsend) at Woolsey Stadium and in an effort to cover more of the Friday Night action and give all of our athletes the recognition they deserve, I’ll be digging something red and white out of my closet and seeing you Friday at Woolsey Stadium.



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Rob Oxford: Back in Blue

Friday, September 3, 2021


Rob Petschl coaching the 2020 SC Defense. Photo by Rob Oxford

By Rob Oxford

Several years ago, at the suggestion of a good friend and contributor to this publication, I submitted a sports editorial I had written strictly for my personal Facebook page.

To my great surprise and utter delight, it was published and I soon found myself contributing more articles as well as covering high school football for Shorecrest. This became quite easy as both my sons were playing, I love football and already had the intention of attending every game.

Flash forward 7 years.

My last sports article for the Shoreline Area News was in March. A recap of the Shorecrest Scots' win over Sultan and a brief mention of the upcoming Rotary Cup. Which as it turns out, was an extremely lopsided victory for Shorecrest over their perennial rival the Shorewood Thunderbi…ooops! Is it still “Thunderbirds”?

It didn’t seem like a Rotary Cup, or for that matter the final game of my son’s high school career and it certainly didn’t warrant rubbing the reader's nose in a 50 – 6 Shorewood loss, so the season just sort of…ended.

As a Shorecrest football fan and Dad the season was over and so were I thought, my days of regularly watching and reporting on high school football.

As it turns out my youngest son has signed on to be an assistant to new Shorewood Head Coach Rob Petschl. Rob coached the defense last year at Shorecrest and for three years prior. We became fairly close during that time and I am confident his is the type of leadership needed to turn around the Thunderbird program.

Fortunately, he’s no stranger to T-Bird territory having been head coach once before from 2010 – 2014. During that period, he racked up a less-than-stellar record of 12 wins and 38 losses. A record he has no problem recalling and one he is determined to improve upon mightily.

Coach Petschl with son Reid. Photo by Rob Oxford
This is a special opportunity for Coach Petschl. 

His son Reid is a sophomore football and baseball player, while Reid’s twin sister Paige is also an accomplished athlete. 

His youngest son Cole will be a Thunderbird next year and the opportunity to not only watch them grow and compete, but assist in their development as athletes is a coaching Dad’s dream.

Because of the lack of success over the past several years, Shorewood Football Fans have very low expectations. 

This may be good for an incoming coach concerned about wins and losses, but if your focus is “creating a positive football experience through academics and leadership” there is much more at stake.

Coach Petschl hopes to expand on the “Team” concept by developing an even stronger relationship between his players and their community. 

Part of which includes recruiting more parent involvement by way of the Thunder Football Facebook page. Thunder Football | Facebook

Next to Head Coach Petschl on the sidelines this year will be:

  • Alex Barashkoff (Offensive Coordinator/Offensive and Defensive Line). 
  • George Monica (Running and Defensive Backs). 
  • Wyatt Tonkin, a legendary name not unfamiliar to Shoreline residents regardless of your high school loyalty will be coaching the Offensive Line. 
  • First year coach Robbie Oxford (Wide Receivers/Linebackers), 
  • former Shorewood Graduate Tres Zeigler (Wide Receivers/Linebackers/Special Teams). 
  • Jay McArthur will handle Varsity Quarterbacks while heading up the C Team and 
  • Jeff D’Amelio (Offensive Line/Defensive Line).

Given they’ve been friends and colleagues for many years and from the stands you can barely tell them apart, Coach Petschl wouldn’t reveal to me whether or not he and Shorecrests Brandon Christensen had a friendly wager concerning this year’s Rotary Cup, but I can assure you as it gets closer his players will be thinking of nothing else.

I’ve had to buy a whole new wardrobe of blue and white, but don’t go running to Goodwill for my green and gold shorts and shirts. My wife, a 1985 Shorecrest Graduate, has them safely tucked away.

Good luck to all our athletes from both Shorewood and Shorecrest, may this be a year of much success and accomplishment.



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Rob Oxford: 4 Down 1 To Go

Monday, March 29, 2021

Scots of the Future: Freshman Elijah Glesener and Sophomore Mathew Ma
Photo by Rob Oxford

By Rob Oxford

The lights of last Friday Night beckoned from the small town of Sultan, where the 1A Turks graciously invited the 3A Shorecrest Scots to a matchup that on paper, some might have considered unfair.

For the uninitiated, 1A and 3A school classifications are based solely on enrollment numbers. A smaller town like Sultan, just 7 miles east of Monroe, will have smaller enrollment numbers and naturally a smaller pool of athletes from which to make up a team. 

So yes, on paper the Scots were/are bigger, more experienced (14 seniors to the Turks 6) and perhaps more talented, but this isn’t just a recap of Friday Night’s 50 – 13 win for the Visitors.

This article is about heart…and lots of it.

Both teams had their regularly scheduled games cancelled because of Covid related issues and with an already shortened season and the fact that all of these young men and women (in Sultan's case) love playing football, the Turks had no problem inviting the big boys from Shoreline to town.

On what would be their Senior Night, the Turks honored their 6 graduating athletes, while the Scots 14 looked on in anticipation. Reminded again that this would be 1 of their last 2 remaining games in uniform.

After Gavin Dalziel’s opening kick sailed into the end zone, the Turks came close to earning a first down, but on a 3rd and 1 the Highlander Defense wouldn’t budge. A 37-yard punt would ensue and the Scots took the field, ready to fire up their offensive attack.

On the first play from scrimmage, Junior QB Carson Christensen quickly bolted downfield for 15 yards and an immediate first down. Unfortunately, that gain would again be negated by the all-too-familiar “offensive holding” penalty.

Highlighting the Junior class in the first series, #84 Jake Estephan caught a nice pass to get the Scots out of their hole, while Ben Seather-Brady moved the ball 37 yards closer to the end zone with a beautiful catch and run. Another 9-yard carry by Brady, the ball resting comfortably on the opponents 10 yard line, Senior RB Gabe Nelson showed glimmers of a Dawg in training and took the handoff from Christensen into the end zone untouched. Scoring on your first possession is always a plus and with that, the Scots took a 7 – 0 lead.

I mentioned that this article is more about “heart” than a high school football victory and it is. It’s about having the heart to accept a challenge, the heart to compete against a bigger, more formidable foe and the heart to continue playing the sport you love against private schools that outscore you 195 – 68, which has been the fate of the Sultan Turks for the past few seasons.

 

#52 Tyler Deason of the Sultan Turks plays with a prosthetic foot
Photo by Rob Oxford

But having heart isn’t just being the perpetual underdog and continually taking a beating for the love of the game. Having heart is coming back only a year removed from a devastating diagnosis and surgery, to compete in what will be your Senior year of football, alongside your friends and longtime teammates.

Such is the story of the Turks #52 Tyler Deason. The starting Senior Right Tackle plays both ways for Sultan and does so with a prosthetic foot. Diagnosed with sarcoma, Tyler’s right foot had to be amputated a year ago. The fact that in such short amount of time he is back on the gridiron and competing is impressive to say the very least. 


I had hoped to have a few words after the game, but with protocols such as they are, I instead congratulated his parents on the accomplishments of their son and expressed to them my admiration for his courage and determination.

The first quarter continued to be competitive with the Turks Defense applying pressure and the Scots Offensive Line unable to avoid costly penalties. Unfortunately for Sultan, what little momentum they may have been generating was quickly lost when a muffed punt was recovered by the Scots on the Turk 39-yard line. The ensuing handoff to Gabe Nelson with lead blocker Marcus Tidwell paving the way resulted in a 39-yard touchdown for #7 and a 2-score lead for the Scots.

To wrap up the first quarter, nice gains by Junior RB Daryl Scott and QB Carson Christensen set the Scots up on the 2-yard line. There the 6’0 210 lb “Warhorse” Tidwell added another 6 to the Scots side of the scoreboard and with a comfortable 21 – 0 lead, the teams switched ends of the field.

The 2nd Quarter began with Shorecrest continuing to march downfield unobstructed. Awarded a fresh set of downs after a pass interference call, a nice reception of 18 yards by Des Fox had the Scots once again on the Turks goal line. The next play, Christensen would find Connor Dow wide open in the back of the end zone for another Scots TD.

Up 28 – 0 with 11 minutes left in the first half, Coach Brandon Christensen started utilizing some of the other players on his squad. This often comes much to the dismay of his Seniors whose days of playing high school football are rapidly dwindling, but it is a familiar scenario and most players understand the reasons behind it. Not only does a coach like to give some of his less experienced players time on the field, but out of respect it’s customary to be mindful of the final score at this level of competition. Paybacks as they say can be a… a little embarrassing.

Highlights of the 2nd quarter included an interception by Sophomore DB Memphis Dietz #13 and tough running by both Ben Seather-Brady and Daryl Scott. The latter grabbing a perfectly executed screen pass from Christensen and with blockers LJ Baxter, Xander Thatcher and Wyatt Patneaude out front, gliding into the end zone for yet another 6 pts.

A blocked PAT by the Turks and the Scots stretched their lead to 34 – 0.

The score may have been even higher at the midway break, but an obviously excited Daryl Scott committed the ultimate sin as a ball carrier… losing grip of the pigskin while on your way to pay dirt. Every running back has done it, including Senior Gabe Nelson on one particularly sunny Saturday afternoon playing for Richmond Junior Football. A fond memory for his former coach.

Despite great coverage from Juniors Abdi Gabode, Charles Aseidu and tough tackling by Maksim Takhtarev and Beau Ormsby, the Turks would finally put up 7 pts. on a deep pass with :34 seconds left before halftime.

On the kickoff that followed, Ben Seather-Brady came close to “taking it to the house.” From his own 15-yard line the 5’7 160lb Junior broke several tackles on an 82-yard run, only to be pushed out of bounds 7 yards from the goal line by the Turks Kicker. Brady is just one of many promising young athletes returning next year for the 2022 Highlander football season.

On the next snap, the Scots Junior Quarterback would again exhibit his exceptional quickness and vision by stretching out a play to the left. With the presence of mind to motion his Running Back to slide in behind the defender, throwing across his body Christensen floated the perfect pass to Marcus Tidwell in the back of the end zone.

The remainder of Friday’s game looked similar to the first half with the Turks adding one final score and still more Scots Touchdowns being called back for holding penalties, including a beautiful 25 yard run by Senior Des Fox. Marcus Tidwell would pad his stats with an additional touchdown and Kicker Gavin Dalziel would seal the deal with another long field goal.

Freshman Quarterback Jake Lockwood also saw some playing time for the Scots. At 5’8 140 lbs., after picking up several yards on a nice carry, Lockwood demonstrated he’s not afraid to lower his shoulder and take on a would-be tackler. The stable of young Shorecrest Quarterbacks continues to look promising.

As our seniors get ready for their final game against the Shorewood Thunderbirds next Thursday night, other players whose names you’ll want to stay familiar with include sophomores Ramy Abdalla, Mathew Ma, Grant Bailey and Ryan Holthaus. In addition, Freshman Kevin Vo and Garrett Chamberlin, who both saw a lot of action last Friday, will add even more depth to the Scots lineup next year.

The next crop of Shorecrest Scots just might be the bunch who finally bring home another Wesco title.

If so, you heard it hear first.

The Highlanders would like to thank the Sultan Turks and their fans for being gracious hosts, exhibiting excellent sportsmanship and allowing us to spend another Friday Night under their lights, instead of in front of our screens.



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Rob Oxford: Shorecrest football Senior Night - Oh, What A Night!

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Senior players are honored in final season they weren't sure would happen
Photo by Rob Oxford

Oh, What A Night!
By Rob Oxford
 
“Senior Night” in high school is an evening designated to recognize, appreciate and pay homage to a student’s dedication to a chosen sport or activity. Some multi-sport athletes take part in several. Other players only one and to them, that one night is always very special.
 
Usually held towards the end of the season and celebrated by cheer squads, flag and drill teams, bands, volleyball, baseball and basketball teams and last Friday night, the 14 Seniors on the 2021 Shorecrest Scots Football Roster.  
 
Just like the season no one thought would happen, friends and fans of the Highlanders were surprised early in the week with news that there would indeed be a “Senior Night” for football and a limited number of spectators would be allowed entrance. The details were sketchy, but as a parent of one of those 14, my wife and I had heard all we needed to hear.
 
Parents arrived at 5:30pm staying socially distant as both the Shorecrest Scots and Mountlake Terrace Hawks continued their pregame warmup.

#8 Robbie Oxford and family

A much-abbreviated version of the traditional player/family introduction would then take place. Flowers and, in the case of #17 Zane Morga-Baisac, traditional Hawaiian leis were presented, a quick stroll down the sideline for a photo with the player and his family and just like that it was over. 

Which, given the sudden rain squall that appeared out of nowhere and the players itching to get down to business, was just as well.
 
Still hurting from a 10-point loss to Edmonds – Woodway, the Scots expressed an air of confidence coming in to Friday’s game. Winning the toss and electing to defer, #4 Gavin Dalziel, who recently signed a letter of intent to kick for Linfield College in McMinnville, OR, drove the opening kick out of the end zone, preventing a Mountlake Terrace return.
 
Starting at their own 20-yard line, facing the Scots 3/4 Defense, the Hawks' first play of the game was a handoff to RB Ethan Dunn over the right side. Like he was shot out of a cannon, Shorecrest LB #33 Beau Ormsby, a 5’9 170lb Junior, screamed past a pulling guard to meet Dunn 4 yards behind the line of scrimmage and - just like that - the tone was set for the rest of the contest.
 
Continuing to challenge the Scots' left side, the Hawks' first offensive series ended in a quarterback sack by Senior LB Robbie Oxford, loss of more yardage on another sweep to the short side of the field and finally a punt.
 
Taking over on the Mountlake Terrace 42-yard line, the Scots offense quickly went to work. Senior RB Gabe Nelson ducked and dodged his way for a 15-yard gain on his very first carry of the night. However, just when you thought the team had addressed the exchange between Center and Quarterback that plagued them in their loss to E/W the week before, the second snap of the game sailed over Quarterback Carson Christensen’s head for a 22-yard loss.
 
After gaining back 10 yards on a swing pass to #2 Des Fox, the Senior Receiver would follow up with a 27-yard reception after seeing his quarterback in trouble and scooping up a difficult pass. A veteran play by a team leader.

Once inside the 20-yard line the Scots Offense stalled. After a couple short yardage gains by Senior RB Marcus Tidwell and a pass that sailed over the head of an open Fox, Kicker Gavin Dalziel was called upon to break the scoreless tie. 
 
The ensuing kickoff would find Mountlake Terrace starting where they left off in the first series, again trying to power up the right side of the field only to be pushed further and further in the wrong direction by the Scots' Defense.
 
After a net punt of 4 yards, the Scots would take over in great field position.
 
The next series would begin with the Scots Offensive Line unable to pick up a blitzing Mountlake Terrace linebacker and Scots RB Tidwell being stopped for a loss. However, blitzing another linebacker on the next play, this time from the opposite side, would prove to be costly for Mountlake Terrace. 

Initially causing Scots QB Carson Christensen to flee the pocket thus pulling the Hawks Defensive Backs out of coverage, #11 Connor Dow was able to set up a lemonade stand in the back corner of the end zone for a touchdown reception from Christensen. A rare missed extra point would make the score 9 – 0 in favor of the Scots with 4 minutes left in the opening quarter. 
 
After another Mountlake Terrace three and out and an ineffectual punt, the Scots took over in great field position but continued to struggle with blitzing linebackers, mishandled snaps and dropped passes. A missed 49-yard field goal by Gavin Dalziel would end the first quarter with the Scots on top and the Mountlake Terrace Hawks yet to acquire any positive yardage.
 
The second quarter started with Mountlake Terrace continuing to be pounded by the Scots’ defensive rush. After barely escaping the grasp of Senior LB Robbie Oxford, the Terrace QB unintentionally floated a wobbly pass into the waiting arms of Junior DB #21 Daryl Scott who bolted untouched, 25 yards for the Scots' first Pick 6 of the year. After a rare blocked extra point, the Scots had a 15 – 0 lead over the Hawks with 9 minutes left before the half.

Friends first, teammates second
Photo by Rob Oxford
 
On the next Shorecrest possession, Scots Quarterback Carson Christensen perfectly executed a designed draw up the left side for a 73-yard touchdown run. Showcasing his speed and quickness, the play was negated after another, this time extremely costly holding penalty.
 
Maintaining their composure, two plays later Senior standout Marcus Tidwell rumbled up the field for a 67-yard touchdown run. After another high snap and great effort by Des Fox to secure the hold, Dalziel adds the PAT to put the Scots up 22 – 0. 
 
Outstanding play on Defense by some of the Scots non-starters not only kept the Hawks in check most of the night but gave the coaches, those in the stands and those watching the live stream a little glimpse into Shorecrest Football 2022 and beyond. Deserving of recognition are #20 Ramy Abdalla who is just a sophomore and Junior LJ Baxter who recovered a loose fumble in the end zone to add to the Scots' touchdown totals on the night.
 
Outstanding play can also be attributed to Senior Jaxon Taylor who had the evening's most ferocious hit, dislodging the ball from the Hawks punter after a fake punt attempt on 4th and 14.
 
Christensen would add another score with an 18 yard run sending the game to halftime 36 – 0 in favor of the Scots.
 
With qualifications for the “Running Clock” rule having been reached, the second half moved rather quickly with Mountlake Terrace facing the same obstacles and plenty of Shorecrest backup players receiving playing time.
 
Gabe Nelson would add a touchdown reception to his evening totals and the Scots would end the night with a 43 – 0 shutout of Mountlake Terrace.
 
On behalf of the parents, grandparents, loved ones and players, enough thanks can not be bestowed upon those who worked hard to make this football season as normal as possible all things considered.  
 


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Rob Oxford: The Bluest Wig You’ve Ever Seen Is In Seattle

Sunday, February 7, 2021

Mama Blue in action at a Seahawks game
Photo by JM

Story by Rob Oxford
Photos by Rob Oxford unless otherwise noted

If you’re a Seahawk Fan, you’re most likely familiar with her story. After this weekend, fans in the other 31 NFL Cities should be familiar with it as well.

Patti Hammond, better known as Mama Blue, is truly a living legend in the Pacific Northwest. Elected in 1999 to represent the Seahawks in the Pro Football Hall of Fame, she is a true “Super Fan.” Which is why you’re reading a story about her on the morning of Super Bowl LV.

Unbeknownst to Patti, she was nominated for the NFL’s inaugural ‘Fan of the Year’ program. Honoring those fans who best represent their team and community. one of just three fans nominated, Patti was awarded an all-expenses paid trip to Tampa with all the trimmings and I mean ALL the trimmings. Including tickets to the biggest of games.

Sadly, with the pandemic still a major concern and her recent battle with cancer, which I am delighted to say she is successfully winning, Mama’s Doctors recommended she not do any traveling. Instead, she will be well represented this weekend by her great grandson Deon and her granddaughter Desirae, who will be wearing Mama’s signature blue wig.

Seahawks football legend Jim Zorn presenting Mama Blue with her
Seahawks Fan of the Year shirt, being held by her granddaughter Desirae.

Of course, Mama would love to have gone to the game, but as far as past Super Bowl experiences are concerned, nothing could possibly compare to watching her Hawks destroy the Denver Broncos at snowy Giant Stadium in Super Bowl XLVIII. 

Now if today, Seattle was again representing the NFC, instead of the Patriots, her family might have had a tougher time keeping her home.
 
Although the award was ultimately presented late Saturday Night to a fan from Tennessee, a state that didn’t even have a Pro NFL team until 1998, 20 years after Mama had already begun her cheering, her daughter told me she was thrilled to be honored and delighted her grandchildren could be a part of the celebration. I then reminded her daughter that the fan from Tennessee doesn’t have his own trading card and Oyo Sports figure… so there. As you can tell I’m just slightly bitter.

Mama Blue's 90th birthday was celebrated with a parade of cars past her home.
There were Seahawks, pirates, and Seahawk legend Jim Zorn

A Seahawks Season ticketholder since the very first day, a birthday present for her late husband “Tricky,” Mama has been passionate about sports her entire life. She learned to encourage fans to root for their favorite team as a Roosevelt High School Cheerleader and, before buying a white wig at Goodwill and dying it blue, wore a purple wig at Husky Stadium. She is a Super Fan indeed.

Mama has lived only blocks from Shorecrest H.S. since 1952. Her children and grandchildren were all Scots and she delights in being asked to come to the school in all her regalia for special occasions. A true ambassador for the Seahawks, she has also spent countless hours in Veterans Facilities and Nursing Homes where at 90 years old she jokes; “I’m just visiting, I’m not staying.”

I remember the first time I met my future wife and she told me, “Mama Blue lives right down the street.” I knew right then this had to be a cool neighborhood.

On Mama’s 90th birthday, her daughter Dee, with help from Seahawks V.P. of Community Outreach Mike Flood, arranged a parade of vehicles to roll down the street in front of her home. Dozens of vehicles filled with 12’s, the Seafair Pirates, Seahawk Legend Jim Zorn, it was a total surprise and Mama Blue was overwhelmed.


So how did Patti Hammond aka Mama Blue become such a beloved member of the Seahawk family? 

She weathered the storm. She never missed a game. When opponents would march into the Kingdome and blow out the Seahawks by 50, Mama Blue could be heard cheering. In 1992 when under Coach Tom Flores Seattle ended the season with a record of 2 – 14, their worst to date, Mama Blue and her husband spent every home game in their seats cheering.

Players don’t forget that type of thing. Especially when win or lose, the fan who stays behind to thank the team is wearing giant sunglasses and a crazy wig.

Interviewed dozens and dozens of times, by talent far more experienced than I, I wanted to ask Mama Blue questions she hadn’t been previously asked. That proved to be a difficult task.

As a sports fan myself and collector of memorabilia, I knew Mama had accumulated quite the collection over the years and I was curious as to her favorite item. Regrettably, it was a question I knew she’d been asked time and time again, and one I thought would be difficult to answer.

Not for Mama Blue.

She mentioned lots of autographed photos and footballs. In fact, one very special football was given to her on her 80th Birthday. She was in her seat congratulating the team after another win and Coach Pete walked up and presented her with a signed game ball.

Mama Blue has every media guide from every home game, game-used gloves and game-worn jerseys, but a pair of signed cleats from Walter Jones and a helmet signed by the late Paul Allen and Coach Mike Holmgren are among her most favorite keepsakes.

Webster defines “original” as: being the first instance or source from which to copy, reproduce…”

Look around Lumen Field next Seahawk season and as you revel in the number of 12’s wearing face paint and outrageous, self-made costumes, remember that most of them are mere copies of a true original.

It all started with a blue wig, blue and green eyeshadow, and a feather boa.



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Rob Oxford: Are You Ready For Some Football?

Thursday, February 4, 2021

By Rob Oxford

The answer is a resounding YES! I am ready for some football.
 
It’s the week of the Super Bowl and I’m ready for some… High School Football.
 
As the state enters Phase 2 of Governor Inslee’s “Healthy Washington” Reopening Plan, the WIAA has given the thumbs up to the beginning of a shortened football season consisting of 5 games. Details have yet to be finalized at press time, but this is great news.
 
Great news for our players. Most of whom learned to play football together in each other’s backyard and on the same playgrounds. Then, as teammates and occasionally adversaries they continued to develop their skills and friendships playing Junior Football for Richmond or Mountlake Terrace. 
 
In middle school they would begin to carry on the friendly rivalry that for decades has been Kellogg vs. Einstein, culminating in the Shorecrest vs. Shorewood H.S. Rotary Cup. An event that each year draws the biggest crowd to Shoreline Stadium of any Friday Night in the Fall.
 
I make no apologies for living east of I-5, I’m a Shorecrest Dad. But I’m confident that I speak for both my fellow Highlander and Thunderbird Moms and Dads when I say we are overjoyed that there will finally be a season. Whether abbreviated or not, this announcement is the first signal that some sense of normalcy is returning to all our lives.
 
There will be few if any fans in the stadium, but high school football should never be about the fans. Team Dinners will most likely be prepackaged snacks enjoyed at a distance, special edition t-shirts will be individually wrapped and hermetically sealed, special guest speakers will offer advice and encouragement via Zoom and players will be required to follow all social distancing protocols. 
 
“Pod Training” for the Scots begins this week under strict guidelines. Players will be split into small position groups and physical contact will be prohibited for the first few days.

Again, this is a rapidly developing situation and more information is sure to follow. I encourage you to check your respective schools’ website for detailed information.  
   
 
Ironically it was only a few weeks ago I received a correspondence informing me…“There’s no football season… so maybe stop giving hope to everyone”.
 
I can’t in good conscience say I expected there to be a spring football season, but I can honestly say I never gave up hope.
 
Good luck to the Shorewood Thunderbirds and Shorecrest Scots. Here’s “hoping” this season is injury free and that no one ever suggests you to stop “hoping”.



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Rob Oxford: Dinner is Served

Thursday, January 28, 2021


Dinner Is Served
Go to: www.neighborhoodgrills.com for menu and pricing

Ask people what it is they look forward to most once this whole thing is over and I’m going to bet many will say taking the family out to eat. Picking out a restaurant or like me relying on the same old favorite, getting dressed up (or not), sliding into a booth and setting aside a couple hours to be “waited on,” “pampered” and “served.” A chance to finally reconnect over a good meal and maybe a glass of Washington wine.

Of course, for a large family, dinner out can be rather expensive… but always, ALWAYS worth it. Besides, who says you ALWAYS have to take the kids?

It wasn’t something we did a lot when I was growing up. We tended to “live within our means” (a favorite saying of my Mother’s) and both my parents were excellent cooks. So, this left very little excuse for paying someone else to feed us. 

Dad was in charge of the Mess Hall at Madigan Army Hospital (JBLM) where quantity, efficiency and variety (in that order) were paramount in keeping the stomachs of our men and women in uniform full and satisfied. Where Dad’s specialty was quantity and efficiency, Mom’s was quality. Her Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding will never be beaten.

Restaurants, especially casual dining and family style establishments, have been hit hard by the pandemic. Many of our favorites are closed, some never to reopen and others are barely keeping afloat. The number of workers affected, who rely solely on the food industry to support their families, is astonishing. 

Thankfully with their patronage, our local community has done a stellar job in keeping some of the smaller, take-out only eateries in business.


In 2005, a space that had been sitting empty in Town Center for five years prior became The Lake Forest Bar and Grill.

The third franchise for the rapidly growing Neighborhood Grills restaurant brand, LFBandG helped revitalize what was a struggling Lake Forest Park Town Center and has been for many years now, one of its primary anchors.

John Schmidt, CEO of Neighborhood Grills, has been supporting the Shoreline, Lake Forest Park and Mountlake Terrace communities since the doors of his restaurant first opened. 

The list of clubs and organizations who’ve benefited directly from his company’s generosity is quite lengthy but worth acknowledging. North King County and Shoreline Little Leagues, Richmond Junior Football, Shorelake Soccer, Highlander Football Gridiron Group, Briarcrest Elementary, Shorecrest Boosters and PTA and presently the Shorecrest Senior Spree 2021. 

All are but just a few who have experienced success reaching their financial goals with help from John and his team at Lake Forest Bar and Grill.

Having never been a business owner myself, I was curious as to why John was so generous? Why is supporting the local community so important to him, when other restaurants (and there are many) don’t see the benefit? Why doesn’t HE say no? How could giving away free food possibly help a struggling business? With my last question I was sure I’d had him cornered.

I didn’t.

John explained that he, “…appreciates the opportunity to be community first and generous,” but that his first priority is running his business. A business that when in full operation employs and supports upwards of 300 people, but a business that understands the importance of being a community partner. 

John went on to explain that “every dollar spent promoting or sponsoring a nonprofit is paid for by extra business.” Business he may not otherwise have received were it not for hosting a successful charitable event, followed by a positive social media post or a personal recommendation to a friend.

With an emphasis on quality service, John and his business partners believe strongly in serving great food and in the community. Luckily for us philanthropy and profitably does indeed coexist.

A family-owned business, it is important to mention that LFBandG is responsible for introducing many of our young citizens into the workforce, mine included. A “first job” for some, the restaurant allows them to grow and experience different positions within the food industry, all the while instilling confidence and encouraging responsibility.

After 2 ½ months closure because of the pandemic, the Lake Forest Bar and Grill is once again open and we couldn’t be happier.

To celebrate, on the evening of January 29, 2021 from 4 – 7pm, all food proceeds will benefit “Shorecrest Senior Spree 2021,” the annual end-of-year celebration for our graduating Seniors. 
Orders can be placed for pick up (only) right now. Go to: www.neighborhoodgrills.com for menu and pricing.

There is finally reason for real optimism. Soon we will once again be joining our friends for happy hour at one of our favorite watering holes. You’ll find me at Lake Forest Bar and Grill, where unashamedly, everybody knows my name.

--Rob Oxford




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Rob Oxford returns

Sunday, January 3, 2021


By Rob Oxford

Where do I begin?

With a new year of course!

Call it writer’s block, procrastination, the effects of a pandemic or a lack of confidence, for the past 8 months I have been unable and quite frankly uninterested in writing.

Christmas cards included.

Perhaps I'd subconsciously been struggling with the realization that although I enjoy writing and reporting immensely, I have no professional training. My thoughts, words and opinions are my own exclusively and may not necessarily be shared or even appreciated by others?

I began to doubt my worth and was severely lacking motivation.

Thankfully the kick in the pants I needed came yesterday when I opened an email from a reader of SAN. Among other things they expressed “missing seeing your articles…”.

One person. One email. That’s all it took to get me back in the saddle? To this anonymous reader I am humbly grateful.

This "drought" appears to have started with the publishing of my piece last April (Shoreline Area News: Rob Oxford: Already Making Plans) in which I admitted for the first time to “feeling the (pandemic) funk.” Until that point, having been deemed an “essential worker,” I thought I would be immune to the ensuing “Covid Blues” and for a while I was.

Then came Summer and the closures. A rather uneventful summer. With a pending election, the continuous political bombardments alone were enough to drive anyone insane, but in addition we couldn’t do anything or go anywhere and had to deal with misinformation and in some cases concerning Covid-19, a total lack thereof. Understandably it was an extremely fluid, still developing situation, but we wanted answers and no one had any.

On top of it all I had just refinanced our home, was excited to begin a whole host of much need repairs and before I could begin was sidelined with Sciatica, a bad hip and back. This was shaping up to be a most memorable year indeed.

My wife and I were able to take a few camping trips, spent some time at my in-laws’ cabin, worked in the yard and tried to live a normal existence, but slowly everyone had started to realize this thing wasn’t going away soon and it just might affect the upcoming school year.

Restaurants were closed, city parks, public pools, beaches and movie theatres. Farmers markets stood in limbo. Festivals were being cancelled left and right as were vacations. The gravity of the situation was becoming more and more obvious. On top of that, we had to try and keep our children at home and away from their friends ... during the summer?

June quickly turned into July and July into August. Still hoping for an end to the pandemic, the high school football season started without high school football. A year that was guaranteed to produce big things for the Scots of 2021. Although the season has not been officially cancelled, the WIAA’s hope for an abridged spring season seems doubtful. Still, as the father of a high school senior football player and fan of the game, I remain optimistic.

For the time being online learning has become the norm. At first it presented many challenges and, in some cases, still does, but observing my wife and her fellow teachers and paraeducators connecting with and motivating their students via Zoom is a thing of beauty. It really should be observed. Adapting to difficult and unfamiliar situations, our teachers deserve our respect and admiration more now than ever before.

Thanks to the scientists, epidemiologists, doctors, nurses and countless volunteers, the vaccine has arrived, immunizations have started and the “healing” of a nation has begun. Whether you plan on being a part of the cure or not is your decision and perhaps a topic for my next column? We’ll see.

Meantime, last April's article referenced above contains a list of 29 things I plan on doing as soon as possible. You're welcome to join me or make a list of your own.

REMINDER: If you're coming to Regina, SK with me to see my Aunt Lois (#10), you'll need a Passport.

There is finally a little light at the end of the tunnel. For the Shorecrest Scots and Shorewood Thunderbirds of 2021 it may not be the "Friday Night Lights" they had hoped for, but this light will better illuminate their paths forward.



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Rob Oxford: Already Making Plans

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Display and photo from Isaac and his mother April


By Rob Oxford

For the very first time since this pandemic began, I felt the funk.

It was last Wednesday, my 3rd day of vacation and although our family trip had to be postponed, I was determined to continue taking the week off and accomplishing as much around the house as possible. So far I had been somewhat successful, but Wednesday was difficult.

Wednesday it did nothing but rain…all day.

I woke up expecting to be as productive as I had the day before but something hit me and it hit me hard. I literally did not want to get out of bed. I tried to turn on the television, but it was the same old nonsense. Even “Leave It to Beaver” failed to cheer me up. I attempted to write but didn’t feel like typing. I attempted to go through a box of home movies, but the DVD player was unable to read some of them and that only added to my frustration.

Admittedly, I feel very fortunate to be deemed an essential worker. Although my hours have been cut and my income slightly diminished, I’ve not felt the severe economic effects, depression or loneliness that many of you have and for that I send you my very best.

What I hope to do with this article is continue to focus on the positive. Life will return to normal; we will win and we will again have our freedom.

While working on my car in our driveway, Isaac, who is a 5th grader at my wife’s school was out for a bike ride with his mother April. They stopped to say hello but were careful to maintain a safe distance. April indicated Isaac was being rewarded for finishing his school work. Great job Isaac!

I asked Isaac the first thing he wanted to do once the stay at home order was lifted? As you might imagine, his immediate response was “hang out with my friends”. I laughed and said, me too.

Later that afternoon I started making a list of all the things I’m going to do. All the things I’ve wanted to do for quite some time, but somehow found a reason to postpone.

  1. I’m going to go bowling with friends.
  2. I’m going to hug my in-laws.
  3. I’m going to spend far too much money at a local restaurant where I’ve never eaten before.
  4. I’m going to take my wife to a movie.
  5. I'm going to learn to Square Dance. On second thought, no I'm not.
  6. As soon as it’s warm enough, which around these parts is usually August, I'm going to swim in a river.
  7. I’m going to visit Mt. Rainier and Mt. St. Helens.
  8. I’m going to get another pedicure… those things are awesome! Especially the massage chairs.
  9. I’m going to rehearse with my band and then have them over for a BBQ, all of them except Jeff our Tenor Sax player (inside joke).
  10. I'm going to Regina, Saskatchewan to see my Aunt Lois and Uncle Roger.
  11. I’m going to gather all of the parents who coached and/or volunteered for North King County Little League and have a softball game. After which someone will need to take me to the emergency room.
  12. I'm going to go to a local beach and keep my shirt on.
  13. My wife and I are going to find a garage sale and buy more stuff we don't need.
  14. I’m going to thank our frontline workers… personally.
  15. I’m going to just “pop” by the house of a friend I haven’t seen for far too long.
  16. I’m going to see my son excited to return to school.
  17. I’m going to help plan a celebration for the Seniors of 2020.
  18. I’m going to walk down the aisle at my local grocery store, realize I forgot something, turn around and head the other direction without breaking the rules.
  19. I’m going to go to San Francisco and then Los Angeles with my family like we had planned.
  20. I’m going to a Mariners game.
  21. I'm going to admit my mistakes and apologize more frequently.
  22. I'm going to take my wife to a casino, walk in with $60.00 and when it's gone...leave.
  23. I'm going to sell my television.
  24. I’m going to smile at a stranger and know they’re smiling back because we’re not wearing masks.
  25. I’m going to miss the smell of my wife’s perfume that she puts on for her Zoom meetings.
  26. I’m going to comb my hair…what’s left of it.
  27. I’m going to once again attempt to lose weight and fail.

Finally, I’m going to donate all of the toilet paper I have stored in my garage.

But most importantly, I’m going to take a deep breath and continue to be thankful.



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Rob Oxford: Radio Killed the Radio Star

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Rockfish during his early days at KISW with a visitor from Japan


By Rob Oxford

At first glance this will appear to be nothing more than a disgruntled former radio personality complaining about losing his job. 

However, I implore you to look deeper into my message. I racked up 30 years of great memories in the business and when I was recently let go from iHeart Media, unlike some of my fellow employees who were caught totally off guard and suddenly faced with the prospect of having to choose different careers, I was actually relieved. I had been ready and waiting for the axe.

Just call this my “Jerry Maguire” moment.

I had given my two weeks’ notice about three months prior but was encouraged to “hang on a little while longer.” I was told I was “a valuable asset to the company” and although they couldn’t offer me any more money, promises were made of opportunities to voice-track for stations in different markets, thus enabling me to make a few more dollars.

Given that prospect, I withdrew my resignation and decided to kick the can down the road for a few more months. However, I should have realized the end was near when at a company function, the Regional Vice President told me radio was changing and “you don’t want to be in this business full time.”

Well, The End Is Here.

Now I still have many friends in the industry, so I don’t expect them to side with me or even share their opinions. They have families to consider and many hope to continue their careers in broadcasting. For that I have great respect and for their sake I hope the industry is able to support their needs a while longer.

When I started as an intern at KISW in late 1989, the frequency was FM100 and the slogan was “Seattle’s Best Rock.” With the digital age it became 99.9 KISW and is now “The Rock of Seattle”. Some may argue successfully that it is now and probably has been for a while, the “ONLY” rock of Seattle.

In fact, since being laid off I’ve been listening to KISW more now than I had for the past 10 years. I am a loyalist and I felt obligated to support my former employer. Even though I grew extremely weary of hearing the same 200 (if that many) songs over and over every day.

I don’t profess to know much about the inner workings of the corporate radio world, it was never my thing. I also never wanted to be a manager, salesman or an executive. I was more than happy being a personality. So, when it comes to research, marketing, promotion and ultimately The Playlist, I am literally in the dark.

All I know is what I like and what listeners who’ve been a part of my circle for eons tell me they like and, believe me, very few have ever said; “Rockfish, even though the Rolling Stones have 30 studio albums, 28 live albums and 26 compilation albums, I love the fact that you play the same 5 songs every week. You guys are awesome!”

However, what they do ask is "Why don't you ever play any of the new music from your core artists?" and "When did the band Modern English become Classic Rock?" Just two of the many questions I am ill-equipped to answer.

I grew up loving music and making people laugh. Radio was where the two collided.

The moment I stepped foot into the studios at 712 Aurora Ave N. my whole life changed. Initially as a research intern, I quickly endeared myself to management and the on-air talent. After my fellow interns had gone home for the evening I would stick around just to answer the phones. Remember when you could call a radio station and speak to an actual person under the guise of making a request?

I would also file the records that had been played for the disc jockey presently on air. Yes, when I started, we actually played records.

Additionally, I would spend hours in the production studio recording funny bits. I’ll never forget the day they aired the first parody commercial I ever recorded. For someone hoping to enter the world of broadcasting, hearing your voice on the air for the very first time is quite exciting, I can assure you.

I also started doing segues (the smooth transition from one song to the next) for a certain announcer who every so often needed to step outside for a smoke. I would find reasons to enter the on-air studio in the hopes he was having a nicotine fit. That was the best. Not only did I get to sit in the “air chair,” but he paid me. Usually a dollar a segue. I could now consider myself a “paid” professional and I did.

It wasn’t long after that I was operating the studio mixing console for live remotes and special programming. I still hadn’t done my first official “on-air shift,” but that was soon to come.

I remember getting a call one morning at about 2am from our Program Director asking if I could do a shift? I literally screamed “of course I can!” After all, I had been practicing doing an actual radio show for months. Recording intros, reading the news, faking phone calls from listeners and then asking the other jocks to critique my work.

The Midnight to 6am talent had not reported for his shift and the person currently on the air was tired and not about to do a double. At the time I lived just across the street from the studio and in about 10 minutes I was dodging cars and knocking on the door. Was I nervous? Hell yes!

As soon as I sat down, the Hotline rang. It was the boss telling me to take a deep breath and just “keep us on the air”. I did… and it was a total rush.

That night I had established myself as a reliable resource for the company and it wasn’t long before the weekend overnight shift was mine. Mind you, it didn’t hurt at all that I had already begun singing Twisted Tunes for the morning show and that I could smack the crap out of a softball for the station softball team.

The next several months, perhaps years, are a complete blur. So much happened in such a very short time. I began taking on more fill-in shifts, picking up rock stars at the airport, handing out stickers at concerts and I had been christened “Rockfish” by my then roommate, who was a member of the morning show. It was also the early 90’s and the dam was about to break. The eyes of the rock-n-roll world were fixed on Seattle.

Just about every weekend we were seeing little local bands at small venues and thinking nothing of it. Bands like Alice In Chains, Soundgarden, Nirvana and Mother Love Bone who became Mookie Blaylock who became Pearl Jam. You know, just little local bands.

I’m not exactly sure when I became the host of Metal Shop but for years I put my heart and soul into that program. For two hours every Saturday Night I got to play whatever the hell I wanted. If memory serves, I was the first jock in Seattle, possibly on the West Coast, to play Stone Temple Pilots “Sex Type Thing.” Seattle was the epicenter of what was happening, the center of the Grunge (I’ve always despised that term, to me it was just rock) Universe. If it flew in Seattle, it would fly anywhere.

I could write volumes about my days as KISW’s Metal Director and maybe some day I will. I met so many great bands, both local and national acts. But what I got most out of hosting that program was the connection I established with my audience. A connection that would follow me for the next 25 years.

You see, I was the kid at 10 and 11 years old who called the local radio station on Saturday Mornings. Sometimes over and over. I would disguise my voice and request the same song two or three times in an attempt to fool the Disc Jockey. Of course I didn't realize it then, but they knew it was me and they were always gracious in their response. From the moment I hosted my very first shift, I swore I would do my best to answer every single call that came into the studio and offer the same consideration.

I took requests, answered trivia questions, wished people Happy Birthday, offered condolences to family members of loved ones who had recently passed and made dedications ala Casey Kasem, I did it all. I even talked to people for hours who were depressed and just needed someone to listen.

That doesn’t happen anymore. How can it when there’s no one in a studio, no one picking up the request line. How can it when the person you're listening to recorded their shift the day before from 3000 miles away and then “mailed it in”?

That’s what they call in the business “voice tracking” and it’s done more than you are probably aware.

That’s why you no longer hear local content. You no longer hear about local events. You no longer get that “personal touch” from your announcer. Nor will you hear where your favorite local bands are playing or the score of the football game that ended three hours ago. The jock who’s now on the air most likely recorded his shift three hours before that game even started.

Hell, 20 years ago I’d announce the location of your garage sale if you wanted. How much more local can you get?

Of course, the company never made any money off of those little plugs, but what they did make was a listener for life most likely.

There’s so much more I could say about the radio business today, but quite frankly it doesn’t matter. Terrestrial Radio is on its last legs. Something most of the professionals will admit. Digital Services, Streaming, Online Content, YouTube Channels, Spotify, even the Smart Speaker has replaced the Radio Announcer. Simply ask Alexa, she'll tell you who recorded the song “Spirit In The Sky” and what year it was released.

I will fully admit to being disappointed that radio has changed so drastically. For many years it had been my companion, my friend, my “mood changer” and when it is finally gone for good, I will miss it terribly.

I remember in 1980 getting on a Greyhound Bus for a trip to see my good friend Butch get married in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. He picked me up at the station in Nashville and the first question I asked was; “What radio station do you listen to?” He replied “I don’t listen to the radio.”

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Rob Oxford: Be positive - Stay negative

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Photo by Rob Oxford


Blanchet Seniors Being Brave(s)

Designated as an essential worker I was making my rounds today when something caught my eye. Feeling the need to “investigate,” I pulled into one of the parking lots at Seattle’s Green Lake. What I saw not only made me smile, but unfortunately made me a little sad as well.

Eight vehicles had been backed together in an almost perfect circle, rounded up like wagons in an old Hollywood Western. Each had its hatch or trunk open and sitting by themselves was each cars driver. Some had a passenger, but all were maintaining a distance of much more than 6 feet.

I immediately noticed that all were girls and seemed to be of high school age. I introduced myself as a reporter for the Shoreline Area News, told them I admired them for adhering to the rules for Physical Distancing and that I’m sure their parents would be proud. I then asked if I could take their picture.

I would have loved to have gotten a few more details, but this was their time together and I wasn’t about to interfere. They told me they were students or had been students at Bishop Blanchet and that each was a Senior. At this I became slightly emotional, thinking this was probably as close to each other as these young ladies would get before the end of the school year.

As we’re all aware by now, there will be no prom for the Seniors of 2020. There will be no Senior Skip Day, no yearbook, no pranks and sadly no Graduation Ceremony. At least not the type of which we've all become accustomed.

But instead of focusing on what will not be, let us instead focus on a group of high school friends doing their best to spend time together while honoring their parents wishes.

Photo by Rob Oxford


I’m sure some of you will frown upon the fact that these ladies got together at all, that they’re not “staying inside” at the request of the Governor and by doing so breaking the rules.

Believe me, I am taking this pandemic seriously. I have friends, some who have been sick and recovered and others who have lost loved ones. So the seriousness of the Coronavirus is not lost on me I assure you.

All I ask is that you put yourselves in their shoes. Consider that they’ve been “locked up” for weeks, deprived of what it means to be a kid.

Then, consider a time when you were 16 or 17, the sun was shining brightly, but for the time being your future… maybe not so much and ask yourself, how many rules did I break?

We will get through this together. Just remember to Be Positive and Stay Negative.




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Rob Oxford: There'll Be Another Season

Monday, April 6, 2020

Not Rob but a similar team
Photo by Mathieu Manchin on Unsplash
By Rob Oxford

Mariners opening day has come and gone and at this point in the season the team should still be in first place. Lol! True Seattle fans should understand the reference.

Little League practices should be underway. We should be hearing the crack of the bat and smelling glove leather. 

We should also be laughing hysterically as the horsehide rolls through our T-ballers legs and they turn to give chase.

Instead we are left wondering if there will be another season. I can assure you there will. Maybe not this year, but baseball will return. So will life as we’ve come to know it. That I firmly believe.

I’d like to share a story about baseball (softball actually) that I hope will bring a smile to your face. Something that may remind you of your days at the park or watching your own children play America's Favorite Pastime.

I'd never hit a homerun before in my life, at least not in a league sanctioned game. Oh sure, I'd poked a few out while playing for the radio station against listeners, but those weren't "real" athletes, they were fans and we were disc jockey's playing on a short field.

However, this day in particular would be different and it would mean everything.

I was invited to play for a softball team that had been comprised of the same players for years, a great bunch of guys! Sponsored by Goldie’s on 45th, these guys took softball seriously. They also took their post-game beer drinking at Goldie’s seriously as well.

I don’t recall the actual name of the division in which we were competing, but it was more than just a recreational type of situation. These guys always tried to win, and they didn’t like to lose.

On a summer day in July my father was in town from Phoenix and it'd been a while since we'd seen each other. We had developed a tight bond since my mother passed away and I was excited to see him. I knew he was coming to the game but didn't know what time and as usual he was casually late.

I was playing shortstop or 3rd base and finding it hard to concentrate. I kept looking over my shoulder for his van to pull up. Finally, it did and I could now give the game my undivided attention.

It is important to take a step back and tell you that my father didn't make a lot of my high school football or baseball games. Though he was retired, my Mom was an executive still working full time and putting in long days. My Dad felt it was his obligation to be at home when she arrived after work, dinner in the oven with a glass of wine on the table. I understand all that now but didn't at 16 and 17 years of age. So, him coming to this game was a thrill for me.

He settled into the stands and commenced to flirting with the wives of my teammates, his specialty. Every so often after throwing a runner our at first I would hear these familiar words emanating from the bleachers..."atta boy Bubba"! It was a little embarrassing I guess, being called "Bubba", but he was very proud of me and not afraid to let anyone know.

Finally, it was my turn to bat and the stage was set. It was literally like something from a Hollywood movie. There were 2 outs and we were down by a couple runs. Now you must understand that although I have always been 6’ and in the 200lb. (plus) range, I was the “little guy” on the team and I was a singles hitter, maybe a double every once in a while, but definitely not a slugger.

So, I'm in the on-deck circle about to make my way to the plate, the hitter in front of me just got on base and what do I hear from the stands? "Come on Bubba, hit a homerun". Ugh!, the ultimate kiss of death. Hit a homerun? I hadn't hit a homerun all year. However, something totally magical was about to take place.

I stepped into the batter’s box, dug myself in and waited for that first pitch. From there, things get a little fuzzy. I don't know if it was the second pitch, third, fourth, heck I barely remember hitting the ball....but I did. Man, did I hit that ball. I couldn't believe it. It cleared the center field fence. I was in total shock but trying to act like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal, a very big deal! I'd just knocked in the tying run.

Did I mention it cleared the "centerfield" fence?

I rounded first and was making my way to second when the infield umpire approached me and pointed back to first. I was confused. Didn't I just go yard? It was then that he quietly explained to me that prior to the game I had not been designated as a "homerun hitter". In this league, teams were only allowed two designated home run hitters and I was not one. A ball hit out by any other player would only count as a single. However, anyone on base would score. So, although I knocked in the tying run, was myself driven home by another teammate and we eventually won the game, my monster shot was not considered a homerun.

Being in his late 70’s, my Dad was a little perplexed. In fact, he was downright upset and starting to draw attention to himself. Something for which Oxfords are quite recognized. That’s when I decided it would be best if one of my teammates on the bench went into the stands to explain the rules to my father.

Undeterred, he insisted it was a load of horse manure. After all, he'd never heard of such a thing and if he’d never heard of such a thing…well then, it was flat out wrong.

After 20 years of marriage, having heard it numerous times, my wife can tell this story as well as I can. It's a memory I will carry with me for the rest of my life. Right along with my youngest hitting his first base clearing round tripper (I still have the ball) and my eldest conducting an unassisted triple play. Proud Dad (and Mom) moments for sure.

Our children need healthy activities and for those who love the game, we need baseball. We also need memories. All of which will return, but until they do: Be Positive and Stay Negative.



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Rob Oxford: “Congratulations! You’ve just won…(click)”

Saturday, March 28, 2020

This is Rob, innocently answering his phone

By Rob Oxford

I’m not quite sure why I bother to answer my cell phone anymore? I really should know better. Most if not all of the people I have regular dealings or care to speak with have been saved to my Contacts List. Caller ID really is a wonderful feature, but only if you choose to rely on it.

Still, I continue to find myself answering calls with the (206) prefix and then immediately regretting it.

You see I’m the booking agent for my band and my number accompanies all our press materials. Unfortunately, not every potential client has a number with which I am familiar, and I’d hate to miss the opportunity to book a date. Club owners and promoters can be an impatient bunch and quite often they need answers right away. In the entertainment business, one needs to strike while the iron or in this case the band, is hot. 

I also have relatives who are presently dealing with a variety of health issues and at any given time someone could be calling from a healthcare facility, a doctor’s office etc.

That being said, not a day goes by that I’m not inconvenienced by some sort of “solicitation.” 

Currently it’s either Carnival Cruises or Marriott Hotels. Now I understand it’s not really Marriott or Carnival calling to offer me an “all-expenses paid trip to the destination of my choosing” and fortunately like Yogi, “I’m smarter than your average bear,” but it’s not someone like me these scammers are attempting to contact.

This is Rob, who has just realized he is talking
to a spammer. Grrrrr

Occasionally I will remain on the line long enough to engage with a human and usually when that human (and I use the term loosely) realizes I’m not a potential target, the call is immediately dropped. However, not before the two of us exchange some spicy language.

Recently after a day of unbridled harassment, I decided to call the Washington State Attorney General’s office for advice. 
A nice young lady put me in touch with the Public Affairs Unit at the Consumer Products Division. 
They are available to answer your questions Monday through Friday from 10am – 3pm at 800-551-4636.

I spoke to a gentleman named Anthony who was not only patient and eager to answer my questions but shared some very insightful information.

The first thing he said to me was “if you don’t recognize the phone number, DO NOT ANSWER!” 

If it is indeed a matter of importance, they will leave a message. In this situation, a few extra seconds won’t make a difference. 

Now, I realize it can be more convenient to simply answer the phone than to check your voicemail later, but there is a reason for not answering. Once you have answered your phone, even if you immediately hang up, the scammers make a note that it is a working number and will simply call back from a different “pirated” line.

“Scammers are attempting to contact someone at the right time of day, at the right time in their life with the right story.” 

They will not just move on to the next number. The same applies to “blocking” the number. This is a futile gesture. Doing so tells the caller it is in fact a residential number and not a fax line or some other auto-attended phone system. They will merely continue to call from a different line that has not yet been blocked.

To most of us, what I’m sharing is common sense information, but Anthony shared a few horror stories of well-intended citizens being taken for hundreds if not thousands of dollars.

There is, however, a silver lining to my story. Federal Law Enforcement has been steadily making progress in the war on telephone scams and it has become a worldwide effort. Authorities in Mumbai, India recently busted a phony IRS Call Center and have been able to return upwards of $232 million dollars to defrauded consumers.

Diligence is the key.

If you have elderly parents or grandparents living independently, remind them that Microsoft will never ask them to pay off their account with an Apple iTunes Gift card… yes, it’s happened. Nor will a legitimate organization request a Google Play gift card or any gift card, for that matter, as payment on an outstanding debt.

Also remind them to NEVER wire money without first asking for assistance. You may also consider questioning them as to whether they have recently been contacted by someone asking for financial assistance. The sad truth is they may have forgotten.

Mail fraud is also a danger to our seasoned loved ones. If you or they suspect a piece of mail is fraudulent, take the time to report it to CISC. It’s easy to just disregard, but your action may prevent someone else from being stripped of their life savings.

Fraudulent mail: Criminal Investigations Service Center
Attn: Mail Fraud 433 W. Harrison St. Rm 3255
Chicago, IL. 60699-3255

You may also report suspected scams to the FTC and can find extremely valuable information at their website 

Ironically, as I was writing this article, my cell phone rang and against my better judgement I answered it. It was a recorded message. I’ve gotten so many of these recorded calls lately, I have seriously considered taking Mandarin at my local community college in order to understand just what is being said.

I hope this information helps someone you love.

Stay safe, stay healthy and most importantly, until further notice, stay secluded.



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