First published on LAist on October 15, 2009.
Good Day LA’s Steve Edwards is a huge Dodger fan. He’s also an honest Dodger fan.
While 3,000,000 confirmed they were at Dodger Stadium on that fateful night Kirk Gibson hit his iconic home run exactly 21 years ago today, Edwards admits the truth.
“You know that shot of when he hits it you see the parking lights of the cars go on in the parking lot,” Edwards asks. “I was already out of the ballpark. I was in my car the moment it happened.
“That’s why it’s my favorite moment. My wife never forgave me. She made a t-shirt that I had to wear on AM Los Angeles that said, ‘I left early.’ I had to wear it for two days.”
Edwards is a veteran broadcaster in LA having started in 1978 on Channel 2. He moved over to KABC 7 in the mid-80s hosting the aforementioned AM Los Angeles, a precursor to Live with Regis and Kathie Lee”. In 1994 he hosted a sports talk show on AM 790 KABC called “Sportstalk 790”.
“I broadcasted from a booth at Dodger Stadium for all the games,” Edwards said. “I absolutely had the best seat in the house.”
As for now, “My favorite place to watch playoff games is in my underwear in my living room. The party is wherever I am. ”
“I think for some reason having been to all those games at that point, that the underwear in the living room became even better.”
As for this Dodgers team, Edwards finds a lot to like in this group.
“The team seems to be at that stage of development where everything’s working,” Edwards gushed. “The players are not very very young. The Ethiers and the Kemps are now growing up. They have really blossomed in many ways.”
The midseason acquisitions also helped a lot in Edwards’ mind.
“They take Vicente Padilla the pitcher. Who was he? No one liked him. He’s been Sandy Koufax here. [Ronnie] Belliard has been terrific. Somebody’s doing something right over there.”
A lot of those fingers can be pointed to manager Joe Torre.
“I believe that the team is somewhat determined by the personality of manager Joe Torre.
“He’s here two years, two postseason series. It’s funny because when he left New York we thought why would he keep going after doing what he did. He looks much more relaxed out here.”
Edwards thinks the starting pitching is the key in this NLCS rematch with the Philadelphia Phillies.
“I think they have enough,” Edwards explained. “They have timely hitting. It really comes down to how the starting pitching goes. If they get six good innings against these guys, I think they can win. I think they can possibly win easily.”
Although Edwards does have a fear that Torre could leave the starters in too long, I did remind him Torre didn’t hesitate to snatch Randy Wolf out after 3 2/3 innings in game one of the NLDS against the St. Louis Cardinals.
“His managing changes into the playoffs,” Edwards said a little relieved. “His patience can be challenged a little more quickly.”
Looking to the future the prospect of a Freeway World Series is the most tangible as it’s ever been. But Edwards doesn’t envision epic Braveheart-like battles to be waged on the LA-Orange county border.
“It’s not like the Yankees-Mets where there’s passion and strong feeling,” Edwards explains. “Dodger fans do not have strong feelings against the Angels and vice versa.
“The interesting factor is Mike Scioscia because to most people in Southern California he’s a Dodger. He’s the guy who should have been managing the Dodgers the last seven years. Dodger fans love Mike Scioscia. And if you notice all of his coaches are Dodgers.”
But a Dodgers-Yankees World Series would be epic.
“That’d be like a baseball revival. All of the traditions clash together. Their most successful manager Joe Torre is the Dodger manager.”
At the end of our conversation, Edwards asked me if I was going to any of these games. I told him I would only be attending the World Series game.
“What if it’s Yankees-Phillies,” Edwards asked. “Forget I said that.”
Sorry Steve. The tape don’t lie.
You can catch Steve Edwards every weekday morning alongside Jillian Reynolds and Dorothy Lucey on FOX 11 from 7:00 – 10:00 am.
Game 1 of the NLCS will begin at 5:07 pm and can be seen on TBS and heard on the radio at AM 790 KABC.
It was summer 1996 right before my senior year of high school back when my curfew was 10. I spent a Saturday with C who was at a UCLA summer camp. While hanging out in her dorm room and traipsing around Westwood Village, I ended up buying a used copy of Stabbing Westward’s Wither, Blister, Burn and Peel at the Wherehouse. “What Do I Have to Do” was played quite a bit on KROQ, and while I thought it was NIN-lite, I couldn’t deny how catchy and good it is.
I got home a bit late, around 10:30, and that was when I had the worst fight with my mom. She had gone to bed early and woke up when I went to the bathroom. Naturally she asked where I was and didn’t believe me when I said where I was or what I was doing. I kept telling her that I was just spending the day with C at UCLA, and she insisted that I wasn’t. I could only imagine what she thought I was doing. I wondered what I did to make her not trust me — I didn’t drink or use drugs; I was a good student in AP classes. At this point I had only started smoking cigarettes for several months. I listened to dark music. I liked to hang out at coffeeshops with my friends. I had horrible self-esteem. I was loud and angry with role models being Howard Stern and Roseanne. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but I didn’t think I was off the rails.
How do you communicate this to a mother with just as bad of a temper as you and who refuses to believe you?
It was getting late, and I wanted to go to bed. My mom didn’t want to end the argument. As a 17-year old, I didn’t know what she wanted from me. I knew I was hiding something big, and I had no intention of ever telling her. But my mom kept yelling at me saying I wasn’t telling the truth. Then I blurted it out.
“I’m gay.”
Fuck. As those words came out, I knew it was a fucking mistake. I knew nothing good was going to come out of this and that this argument was not going to come to an end anytime soon. Predictably, my mom went even more berserk perfecting every melodramatic beat from Korean dramas.
I knew I had to just stand there and take it. Then she said it.
“If you ever bring this up again, I will shoot you and shoot myself.”
Everything blurred after that. I knew I was never going to get my mother’s love, that no one was going to be there for me. It definitely explains the relationship I have with my mom, and it probably explains why I have never been in a relationship or see myself ever being in one.
Since then whenever I listen to Stabbing Westward I think about this night.
All of this to say that I did go see them Friday night as they promoted their re-recording of Wither to celebrate its 30th anniversary along with PIG, Acumen Nation (celebrating the 30th anniversary of Territory=Universe) and 16Volt (celebrating the 30th anniversary of LetDownCrush) as a part of Cold Waves LA. It was a great show of reliving the 90s guitar industrial metal and seeing bands I didn’t get to see back in the day. Hell, PIG even played “Juke Joint Jezebel” which I guess you could call a KMFDM cover even though Raymond Watts was the original featured vocalist.
As I cursed my aching 47-year old feet and back standing for hours at the Pacific Electric, I did think back to that argument 30 years ago and wonder what other climatic moments the people around me had. What traumas are the guy next to me exorcising as he is screaming out the lyrics very much off key?
Around 1 am they finished the set with “Save Yourself,” and the house lights turned up. Sure, I’m still carrying all of that baggage, but at least I got to shake my ass a little and enjoy myself a little, pain be damned.
The only reason I really look forward to my birthday is that I get time off from work and that I usually rent an Airbnb out in the middle of the desert in the Joshua Tree vicinity with a pool, hot tub, and no one around for 5 acres. So here I am in Landers (or a bit away from it really) whose claim to fame was that it was the epicenter of a 7.3 earthquake in 1992 just hours before a separate 6.5 earthquake centered in Big Bear hit on a Sunday morning. Wild stuff.
I arrived here yesterday, and on the way had to stop to get gas. Since this stupid fucking illegal war with Iran has driven gas prices sky high again, I’ve mostly been back on public transit again because, fuck that. There I was at the Arco station jaw agape as the $30 went to $40 and on up until it landed at $72 for 13 gallons of gas. Yes, the “cheap” gas.
I’m going to be spending most of the time in or around the pool trying to finish Schattenfroh by Michael Lentz. I’m at around page 604, so I have about 400 more pages to go. I’ll be honest — I have no fucking clue what’s going on in the book. It’s a slow, slow read and demands your attention but not in a painstaking way. It’s a very enjoyable read, but I honestly don’t know how we get from one part to the next. Instead of trying to make sense of it, I’m just riding the wave, going where it’s taking me and try to make sense of it later.
I’ve started working on a couple of things with myself and hope to get better at as I begin my 48th year on this planet: I have started to journal more. It’s the most mundane scatterbrained thing. I hope it doesn’t cause someone’s head to explode when they go through my journals after I’m dead. (How cute. I think I have any importance that people will actually read what I write rather than just dispose it like they should.)
I need to curb my YouTube addiction. I don’t watch tv shows. I don’t watch sports all that much. I don’t use TikTok. I only doomscroll through Facebook at 3 am after I have woken up to take a piss. I am no longer perpetually online. But I will sit down and waste hours upon hours watching YouTube videos. I really need to get that in check.
That’s all I’ve got. Overall, I’m not happy, but I’m not completely depressed. Let’s just call it nonplussed. For someone who feels like a stranger in his own country, I guess that’s about as good as we can hope for.