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Dear Family and Friends,

We wanted to write to give you a brief overview of our trip to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, this past weekend in addition to thanking you again for your support. We wanted to connect with you sooner rather than later. As an update, donations continued to come in up until the time we left on Friday morning.

On Saturday, we were able to work with four organizations: American Red Cross, Tuscaloosa Emergency Services, Project Blessings, and the Humane Society of West Alabama. All told we delivered 20 boxes/bags of donated clothing (casual and business), shoes, and food supplies to the agencies. Additionally, we were able to gather a “needs” list from the agencies and use $2,000 of donated funds to meet those specific requests.

The damage in Tuscaloosa is devastating. It was still visibly heartbreaking to witness even though the tornado hit nearly one month ago. To come home and see the Joplin tornado on television has added new poignancy to our experience. In Tuscaloosa, we saw a victim of the tornado walk up to a supply warehouse and ask for a table and utensils. All of her stuff was missing after the tornado. Another family needed diapers that were immediately provided. Others still needed supplies from the food bank. We knew that there was a need, but perhaps we were still taken back a bit to see it first hand.

We want to praise God for providing the vision for this trip. We thank you for your prayers. We thank you for providing the donations to make it happen. Many lives will be touched as the Lord uses your generosity to provide for the victims of this tragedy. It was an honor for us to go on this trip and deliver supplies. We enjoyed serving those with needs. A lot of people have told us that they are impressed with what we were doing, but we know that God orchestrated all of this. We are very ordinary people (half of our duo is unemployed). God provided three times what we had hoped to raise for the victims. It has been a humbling experience to be used by Him in this situation. We want to encourage others to know that if we can do it you can too!

We look forward to talking with you in person about the trip. Also, we have a full album of pictures posted on each of our Facebook pages. You can use the public link below to view the photos that include our visit to the campus of the University of Alabama that is within a mile of the tornado damage. Thank you again for your support.

Love,

Reagan and Jason Cannon  

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Well, I never in my wildest predictions could have come up with what has transpired. The Alabama relief goal has been reached, and then blown out of the water! I had started with a goal of $1,000 in relief donations for the tornado victims. That number has been surpassed and the actual amount so far is quickly closing in on $1,500. I am so thankful for this answer to prayer. The Red Cross told us yesterday that people are in need of tents as shelters along with coolers to replace missing or destroyed refrigerators. I am researching the best place to acquire as many of those items as possible. Thank you again for your prayers and gifts to this great cause. Praise God for His love and faithfulness! Coming soon: a blog entry on the Mavericks sweep of the Lakers. The highlight will be a photograph of my mom during game 4 signaling to Phil Jackson it's time to call a timeout from her seat in section 219. 

There is only one state that we can choose in fifth grade for our state report. For me, it was Alabama. 

Yesterday I was walking my dogs, Gervin and Scout, and I began to think about the news of the day which of course was bin Laden's death. That in and of itself is a topic for another day. I was thinking about how it would push the news of the Alabama tornado off the radar at a time when it needs it most. I would guess that nationally folks are past the initial shock stage of the damage. I know I tend not to dwell on news stories after the become stale which these days is about 72 hours. I was not sure what to think about the story, but I just kind of started talking to God about it. Within the space of two blocks He spoke back. It wasn't caught up in static or lost by my poor translating skills. He told me, "Go to Alabama and be a doer of the word."

So over the course of yesterday I prayerfully began to consider a plan of action. It has been an interesting process for me. I am unemployed still so carving out the time is easy enough, but there is a slight sense of guilt that everyone else would do the same thing I am but has to work. But I am simultaneously thrilled that I have available time, and I want to use it. The other aspect of the operation has to do with collecting money and supply donations. I don't think I have ever asked people for stuff or money before. I have to get over it! People need the help! By financing the trip myself I can guarantee that everything donated is distributed in Alabama. Still, if you're like me, it takes some getting used to. 

After returning from the walk, I repeatedly tried to get in touch with the Alabama Red Cross but its voice mail was full. I hunted around the internet and came across a news article discussing the Knoxville, Tennessee, chapter of the Red Cross. They were collecting items to be sent down including all basic needs articles. When Reagan got home from work, I told her about the idea. Today at work she discovered that one of her co-workers has parents in T-town (Tuscaloosa) that are volunteering! They can help us get connected with an organization there. She also received a donation from a co-worker - the first one! 

We are off and running with this. Pray for those that we can encourage in Alabama. I am going to go there on May 16. I don't know for how long, or what all I will have to bring, but I am praying for BIG things. If you want to donate items or money that will be used on clothes, hygiene products, toys for kids, pillows, cleaning supplies, etc. please get in touch with me. I can't get you a tax write off receipt, but I can promise you that I will deliver your gift to the people. I have set a goal of $1,000 dollars worth of items/financial contributions toward purchased supplies. I only have about ten days! Help me reach my goal!

If you would like to help, contact me at jasoncannon7@gmail.com.

Seriously, if Charlie Sheen can do it, so can you. Winning. 

When Florida guard Erving Walker drilled a three point shot to give his Gators a 70-69 lead with less than two minutes remaining in overtime of the Southeast Region Final this past Saturday, there were a lot of exalting fist pumps in the crowd.

When Shelvin Mack answered by nailing a three pointer from the top of the circle moments later to push Butler back ahead 72-70 many reacted by jumping out of their seats.

Nobody in the building was more pumped to be watching the hotly contested game between Butler and Florida than the great Gus Johnson. I watched him react to every possession with the same enthusiasm of the players, coaches, and fans in the building. It was a tight, tense game, and even though I could not hear a word he was saying his body language said it all: The game we are watching is epic. 

When I was broadcasting I tried to do something similar in that I wanted to create a vibe that the game happening now is important. For some broadcasters they do that with a cool detachment especially on television. The Pat Sumerall/Vin Scully school of broadcasting lets the picture do the talking. To me that works well in a sport like baseball where the crescendo of a moment has time to build before a pitch is thrown. In football the huddle prepares the audience for the next play. The build up is built into the sport. But in basketball or hockey the broadcaster plays a more central role in building the moment. The ball or puck is always in play, but that doesn’t mean it is a crucial spot in the game.

What makes Gus Johnson great is his ability to build the moment with his enthusiasm while still maintaining his composure to provide context for the play. I think that is what separates him from everyone else. I am sure he provided more examples of that during the Butler/Florida game.

When the final horn sounded the Bulldogs had, remarkably, clinched their second consecutive trip to the Final Four, and unheard of accomplishment for a mid-major program no matter how many talking heads are saying that those level programs no longer exist.

I was sitting in the 300 level at midcourt, and when the set up for the presentation began I decided to see if I could sneak through downstairs to get a better look at Butler cutting down the nets. I had not been to an Elite Eight game before, so I wanted to check it out.

When I reached the floor who should be standing there? Gus Johnson.

There are days that I wish I was still in broadcasting. I miss it. I miss the moments where the game is on the line. I miss the momentum changes. I miss the challenge of using the right word in the right moment without any chance to fix it if I messed up.

But most of all I miss what Gus said what it is all about for him.

“We are just having fun,” he said with a smile in a slightly hoarse voice.

When Gus is behind the mic aren’t we all?

Here's a little taste of that sweet jumper and ability to get in the lane - and in the words of Bill Raftery - get to the tin!

I have to step away from Giants analysis again. Yes they are 17-6, but it is Spring Training. Their record is as worthless as game used Bruce Pearl orange tie. I want to talk about the NCAA Tournament. Specifically, Gus Johnson. I know this guy has gotten a lot of pub the last few years. Broadcasting is such a subjective thing and most people with personalities don't rise to the top. Jim Nantz will always call the Final Four games because he's such a corporate sounding guy. That's not a shot; it's a fact.

Back to Gus (Can I call him that? I feel like I would if I met him so we'll go ahead). His verbal fits at the height of tension are the best. And he's already had BUTLER . . AT THE BUZZER! and JEEOORGE MASON! in the first two days. I wish he could call all the games. He's the only guy that sounds like me. Someone one from Marquette airballed a 3 today and Len Elmore says, "He's 3 of 12 from three this year." And Gus says, "Your open for a reason, kid." Brilliant. He gets excited but still manages to stay in the moment and say the right thing. He was just born to do it.

I wish he narrated my life. "And Cannon got Gervin to sit down the first time HE ASKED!!!" Perhaps another example would be when I finally pull my carcass out of bed. Gus could holler, "HE'S DONE IT!  OOOHHHHHH, MY GOODNESS!" 

This kind of works the same way I have always wanted music to start playing when I walk into certain rooms of the house. I am antitechnology in many ways but a Gus ring tone would be nice. "Your phone is ringing! ANSWER IT! He didn't answer it. COOOOOLD BLOODED!"

"He's putting on his rainbows. AND THEY STILL FIT! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

I love Gus Johnson.

Mostly I love him for this call of my Denver Broncos. The only thing missing is his "run from the cops speed" line.

COOOOOOOLD BLOODED!

I want to take a brief respite from Giants baseball to address world events. I am writing my thesis on George Orwell. Let me sum up every news conference I have seen over the past three weeks on everything from Libya to the nuclear plant problem in Japan to the labor strife in Wisconsin with this quote from Orwell's 1946 essay, "Poetics and the English Language." 

"The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's dedicated aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink."

For a few weeks, during the summer of 2001, I ran around the halls of the office of the Fresno Grizzlies. I didn’t do anything very important. I helped write game notes, compose PA scripts, and drive around copies of Fresno Stadium Scene, a monthly newspaper I used to beg local liquor storeowners to keep on hand so that they could be passed out to fans. Of course it sounds monotonous, but I enjoyed every minute of it.

(Well, except the time I said during the top of the eighth inning of a 1-0 game how glad I was that it was quickly coming to an end. I don’t know if a person has simultaneously received as many profanity-laced tirades hurled in their direction as I did this side of Camp Pendleton. The game went into extra innings by the way. Lesson learned.)

In those days the uniforms were purple and the outfielders had to dodge potholes in the Beiden Field grass. The Giants were not known for their development of minor league players. Instead, they had the philosophy of using key prospects as large chips in trades with other ballclubs for their veteran players.

That year the Grizzlies, the Pacific Coast League affiliate of the Giants, boasted the top prospect in the organization, starting pitcher Kurt Ainsworth. He was a stud guy from LSU and a first round pick. He was a nice guy too, and I remember him telling me that season he was learning to deal with failure for one of the first times in his professional career. But his upside was tremendous. Of course, you will remember the standing ovation he received after dominating the Dodgers for eight innings. 

(Eventually, Ainsworth was traded to the Baltimore Orioles for everyone’s favorite fat kid, Sidney Ponson.)

However, the best starter on that Grizzlies team was Ryan Vogelsong, a right hander, whose 0.91 WHIP and 2.79 ERA were turning some heads. Those numbers in the PCL are difficult for starting pitchers to achieve, and he was having quite a season. And then, true to the philosophy, Vogelsong was shipped to the Pittsburgh Pirates in a package for Jason Schmidt and John Vander Wal.

It wound up being one of Brian Sabean’s best trades as the General Manager of the Giants. There isn’t much dispute about that. But here was Vogelsong shipped to a new team and sent to its Triple A affiliate, the Nashville Sounds. The great irony was seeing Vogelsong the next day at the ballpark as he got ready to face his former team. The Sounds (Sound?) were in Fresno to play the Grizzlies.

I remember being torn at that moment about the trade. I felt kind of bad for the guy. I didn’t know him or anything, but it seemed like he was shipped of to Siberia (true). Yet, who knew, he would get a lot closer to Siberia as his career continued (truer still).

This season he is back in Giants camp competing for a spot in the bullpen. He has been effective this spring playing for the organization that traded him almost 10 full seasons ago.

I, for one, hope he makes it. I think Vogelsong is a great story. If he can’t crack the roster and go north with the club it might come down to once again spending time in Fresno.  All I can say about that is he won't be wearing purple, and he won’t have to get his ankles wrapped before shagging BP in the outfield. 

I have never met Andrew Baggarly. I don't know much about him. However, it is very obvious that his coverage of the Giants - specifically his blog - is the best out there. I would go as far as to argue that his work as a beat writer could be put up against anyone involved with a Major League club and come out ahead. He is one of the best, if not the best. 

Each season he adds a new wrinkle to his coverage that adds further depth to his coverage. This year its an embedded YouTube clip he calls "The Rundown." This offseason he wrote a book about last season's World Series champions. All that is to say that he doesn't rest on his success but continues to improve his overall presentation. 

Not to be lost in all that is the fact that Baggarly provides the best Giants writing and anecdotes found anywhere. His intelligence and wit are evident in his writing. Readers should also be able to pick up on the fact that he has cultivated good relationships with those inside the clubhouse. The players talk to him as evidenced by Aubrey Huff sticking around after a playoff game last season, and Buster Posey's teasing this week. A lot of writers are not able to "get in good" with the players because they are either too old and devoid of pop culture knowledge or they are out to stir it up.

Nobody enjoys reading his blog more than I do. I don't really check out the webcast thing too much but the time or two in which I saw it I thought it was solid. 

Having said all that, I can firmly say that I no longer include reading the comments section as part of reading the Extra Baggs blog. For awhile there were some readers that had some interesting takes along with some really funny posters whose dry humor was great. These days it's a bunch of hacks. I know that one price of winning is bandwagon fans, but some folks have taken it to a new level.

It's a bunch of people who think Posey is cute and don't know he was paid six million to sign and who care more about Brian Wilson's appearances on TV than his performance on the mound.

The other day someone asked in the comments section of Extra Baggs about the specifics of a four strikeout inning, and then proceeded to announce they had already blogged about it. Let this be a pair of lessons: don't read blogs by fans and it's these folks that allow Larry Baer to charge $31.25 for a bleacher seat (rows 1-25) for a Wednesday night game against the Dodgers. 

I am all for people talking about the Giants. Hey I'm wasting time on this blog right now. But at some point the ridiculousness is too much. 

One of the best things about following the Giants is reading the work of Baggarly. One of the worst is reading the "hot sports opinions" that follow it. 

Just kidding. The Giants beat the Texas Rangers tonight, 4-1. But it's only Spring Training. So let's just take a deep breath everybody.