The day I should have quit radio

The day I should have quit radio came the day after Michigan State played Wisconsin in a televised Big Ten basketball game.

My job as a sports commentator was to watch the game and talk about it the next day. I watched the game but could not remember a thing about it when our show began on 97.1 The Ticket. That’s when I knew this come back to radio was the wrong thing to do, but it took me a few weeks more to actually pull the trigger.

When I had a stroke nearly two years ago, the old Terry Foster died that day. A new guy emerged. Although I am walking and talking and working out at the gym, I am a new person.

I came back too soon although I did not realize it. I was not fully recovered. I still am not although I am doing a lot better.  It was frustrating not to remember what happened in that basketball game. And it is frustrating not to be able to do what I once could.

I get tired easier and my focus is not the same. I am beginning to miss not being in the media scrum only because I wonder how I would handle big stories that break in our city. How would I write about it? How would I talk about it? What would I think about it?

Do not feel sorry for me. I am lucky. I am alive and still kicking a little bit. That daily fear of this being my last day on Earth has left my families’ eyes. I don’t talk as much but they finally believe that I am in it for the long haul again.

I nearly lost my life during this dark journey. But I have discovered the key to improved health. I weigh 185 pounds, my lightest weight since college. My last blood pressure reading was 122/74. And my doctor now encourages me to drink in moderation to lighten up my new life.

But let’s go back to the day I should have quit radio.

MSU-Wisconsin was an important game. I knew we’d talk about it the next day so I watched. I also watched a NASCAR race that day.

I tweeted about the race, but not the game. Our producer Mike Sullivan accused me of not watching the Spartans. So Mike Valenti came up with a series of questions about the game to see if I watched.

I flubbed every one because I felt pressure at the time. I choked and folded up like a cheap post card. I know they were frustrated and accused me of lying about watching the game. I was sick and in denial.

A few weeks later I grew tired of the daily headaches. I also took my blood pressure two hours after the show and it was always 180 over something ridiculous. I was killing myself again.

I had to step out of the box and chill.

That’s what I’m doing now.

My days are pretty simple. I work out at Planet Fitness in the morning with the old people. I grab lunch and relax watching television during the day, which often includes old, bad movies.

I got to teach my son Brandon how to drive and get to listen to the latest news from the University of Stanford from my daughter Celine.

I could have missed all that.

I am lucky.


I refuse to wear square parents gear

I own one baseball cap that says “Stanford dad” on it.

I wore it once and I will never wear it again. The hat seems dorky to me. It is something someone old and square would wear. I might be old but I am trying not to be too much of a square.

As many of you know my daughter Celine is a freshman at Stanford. It is quite an accomplishment and when we moved her in last week I noticed a lot of parents wearing Stanford Mom or Stanford Dad t-shirts and hats. It is just not my style.

I will wear Stanford shirts and sweats to remind me of Celine. I will wear Stanford football gear and even Stanford soccer and track and field. But there is just something about the Stanford Dad thing. I don’t like it for me.

The only reason I own the hat is because my wife Abs and Celine thought it was cute. Celine asked me to wear it during her high school graduation party and I did it once for my daughter. But that’s it. I am just different some times.

I would never wear one of those big buttons that high school parents wore with their kid’s face on it and their soccer number. It is not my style.

While at Stanford the staff tried to pump us up by saying that the parents needed to take a bow also. I think they were simply trying to sell more hats and shirts. We were doing something right for her to even be considered by the school. Stanford received  a record number of applicants and only 1.7 percent of them got into the school. There are people there from 48 states and 11 countries and each set of parents should be super pumped and super proud they told us.

Everybody walked around like proud peacocks. So did I. I just was one of the few that did not sport a Stanford Dad t-shirt, sweat shirt, hat or button.




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