Once upon a Tanqueray on the rocks, after a poolside work day at the Roosevelt, I was sitting at the bar of Magnolia. A man who left his v-neck-denim-a-la-blazer flock approached me with the typical LA conversation starter, “What do you do?”
Debating whether to quickly turn him off and tell him I’m an extra actress in micro-budget films or arouse him in a seductive voice with, “I can enhance your Google ratings,” I simply responded, “I work and I drink.”
“Guy Blue Shirt Magnolia” (as saved in my phone) proceeded to buy a round of drinks and tell me his “I’ve-been-up-since-3-a.m.-since-I-work-on-Wall-Street” spiel. Suddenly and out of nowhere, a bold yet angelic sound drowned out Mr. Wall Street’s ratchet voice. A familiar (and
lightly questionably tipsy) voice of another man was thanking his server within my 20-foot radius.
“I know that voice,” I blurted, interrupting Guy Blue Shirt Magnolia’s anecdote about Credit Suisse. “That voice doesn’t belong in Hollywood.”
I turned around to take a glance at the gentleman with the angelic voice. It was the amazing, the one and only, “The Voice” of St. Louis, Mike Shannon.
When Mike’s party of three finished its meal, I left my seat and Guy Blue Shirt Magnolia and hurried to valet… because it’s only natural to say “hello” to a fellow St. Louisan when on Sunset Boulevard (and pick up his valet when you didn’t get to pick up the bar tab).
Thanks to Mike’s son, Dan, The Voice and I took a photo together, of course. Mike’s only request?
Don’t post that on YouTube.
For those of you who don’t know Mike Shannon (or his voice), he is a former right fielder and third baseman of the St. Louis Cardinals. As an MLB superstar, he’s best known for his World Series homers off Whitey Ford, Gary Bell and Mickey Lolich. Others know him as the owner of Mike Shannon’s Steaks and Seafood in downtown St. Louis. But I personally know him as the former nearly-three-decade sidekick to the late Jack Buck, the current sidekick to John Rooney, and the best radio sportscaster… who typically will have had a few cocktails by the fourth inning.
He and I have a lot in common.
And this is why MY baseball broadcaster is better than your baseball broadcaster…