Larry King, Piers Morgan, and Keith Olbermann

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Despite the fact that his ratings were in decline, I always liked Larry King.

In fact, back in the day, when he did the radio show, I called twice.

Once, I asked Bud Collins a question about Björn Borg.

I wanted to know why Collins thought Borg never won the U.S. Open, and if he thought the problem was the cold reception he got from American spectators in New York.

Collins told me that my interpretation was off the mark.  They liked Borg fine in New York, he said.  But they adored John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors.

Looking back, the answer to my question is obvious.  Why didn’t Borg ever win the U.S. Open?  Because he got beat.

Another time, I called Larry’s radio show and asked Scott Meredith, the literary agent, a question about publishing.  This was a long time ago and I can’t remember the silly question I probably asked.

Both times, when Larry said “Salisbury, North Carolina, hello!” I hesitated for a split second and got reprimanded for it.

“Go ahead!” he said impatiently.  “What’s your question!”

I remember one time somebody asked Larry King (on radio), who in all of history he would most like to interview.

“Jesus Christ,” he said.

“What would you ask?” the person said (I don’t remember who this person was; it’s been many years).

King said that he did not prepare a list of questions.  He just started with one and then went from there.

“The obvious question to start with would be ‘Are you the son of God?'” he said.

I wasn’t an addict who watched the show every night — by no means.  Like many of us, I spend more time on the computer these days than watching TV.  It’s more productive.

But I was a fan, for sure.  I spent many evenings watching Larry King Live.  When both of my parents were alive and well and in their home (three blocks from mine), I often checked in on them and visited around that time.  We watched together.

When my father’s health was in decline, with my mother working many nights, I often showed up at 9pm.  The last night of my father’s life, I was at Port City Java, right at closing time.  He called and told me that Jon Stewart was to be the guest on Larry King.  He knew I was a Jon Stewart fan.  I drove right over and we watched the show. Then we switched to basketball.  Then my mom arrived from work and we all visited for awhile.

I’ve been a little disappointed with Larry King’s replacement.  I don’t dislike Piers Morgan.  (I don’t dislike anybody on TV; I don’t know them).  But I watched the show for a few minutes and did not find his interviewing style to be…highly captivating.

And now Keith Olbermann is gone from MSNBC.

If CNN could do a redo, would Keith Olbermann be the perfect replacement for Larry King?

Olbermann and King are almost opposite in style.

  • King is neutral.  He his there to learn, not judge.
  • Olbermann is not neutral.  He’s there to judge.
  • King never inserts his own views.  Olbermann always inserts his own views.
  • King asks a lot of questions.  Olbermann doesn’t ask many.  He basically  reports the liberal perspective.

But I was a big fan of Keith Olbermann and will miss the opportunity to check in, on occasion, and see what he’s ranting about.

While the solution to 9pm on CNN is obvious to me, there’s no chance that will happen.  Olbermann will probably end up on Oprah’s network, or somewhere else on cable.

Why Worry?

Over the years, a few people have told me that I worry more than anybody they know.

So — I’ve done a little reading about worry.  I’d say I’m fairly well versed on worrying and why it’s a bad idea.

I know, intellectually, when I’m doing it and why I should not be doing it.

I know that 99% of the bad things I imagine happening — things I worry about — never happen.

For example, my car hit a puddle last night and began to sputter.  It eventually gave out completely, and I worried all night that it would never work again.

Yet, this morning, it started and drove just fine.

Conversely, the bad things that do happen, I never had the foresight to worry about.  These things are generally good learning experiences.

For example, I just accidentally knocked a stack of papers off the edge of my desk, making a colossal mess on the floor.  I never even thought to worry about that.  And now I’ve learned that, yeah, I need to get rid of that clutter.

Many years ago, when I played a lot of tennis, I was a huge fan of Tim Gallwey‘s book, The Inner Game of Tennis.  He advised one not to worry about winning or losing.  ‘Losing is not that bad,’ he advised.  ‘And winning is not that great.’  He also pointed out that only one person wins a tournament, and everybody else is eliminated, such that losing is the norm and winning is unnatural.  He said one should reframe the whole concept and measure winning as improving, without regard to the score or the outcome of the match.

So why worry?

It’s a waste of time and energy. It hinders performance.

I may be one of those people who is hard-wired as a worrier.  But I’m pretty sure learning about it and working on it helps.

Sometime back, I wanted to watch an Oprah interview with Eckhart Tolle.  A sign-up was required.  Since then, I get the emails daily and almost never open them.

Today, I as I sit here printing Coffee News, sending files to the duplicator and reloading paper, I opened Oprah’s email and read an article about worry by Dr. Wayne Dyer.

This article contains a quote I really love:

“It makes no sense to worry about the things you have no control over, because if you have no control over them, it makes no sense to worry about them. And also, it makes no sense to worry about the things you do have control over, because if you have control over them, it makes no sense to worry about them. And there goes everything that it is possible to worry about. Either you have control or you don’t, and worry is just a waste of your precious, present moments.”

Only once in my life do I recall being accused of not worrying enough.

I won’t disclose the participants, but it happened at dinner one night, many years ago.  It was a time before I had gray hair, and two people my age had quite a bit.  Obnoxiously, I pointed this out, and one of my dinner companions said, “That’s because we give a shit.”

Bobby McFerrin