Way back in the early to mid-seventies, when we lived in the pastorium across the street from New Home Baptist Church in Titus, (my friend, Matt Nixon, the current pastor, lives there now) we had a big ol' console TV/stereo/record player. The TV and the AM/FM tuner worked fine. The record player didn't have a needle and if it was ever able to play a record, it wasn't at any point I remember. My enduring memory of it, as a matter of fact, doesn't have anything to do with the record player or the TV.
Cable TV wasn't a thing back then and even if it was, we couldn't have afforded it or even if we could have, we wouldn't have because there would've been cussing on the cable channels and my daddy wouldn't have that in our house. What it did do, though, was pick up whatever radio station (I don't remember which one) carried Alabama basketball games. Some of my earliest memories are sitting in the dimly lit front room of that little house on random weeknights listening to basketball games with my daddy. Daddy's been gone for nine years, now, but over the last year or so I've developed a bit of a habit of listening to Chris Stewart and Bryan Passink do the radio broadcast of the game after I've watched it live. It's actually a video but there's one static camera shot and it only shows Stewart's and Passink's faces as they call the game. It only requires my ears.
Current technology left that old console stereo and needle-less record player in the dust decades ago, but I'm glad somebody decided to stick that camera on the scoring table in front of Chris, Bryan, and Tom Stipe. It takes me back to simpler times in Titus and sometimes that's just what I need. Alabama 98, Mercer 67. Roll Tide.