He was novel, the first New York sports host to rant. His predecessors never did, not Art Rust Jr. and certainly not Bill Mazer. John Sterling lost it on callers and hollered, but he didn’t rant. Chris was the first.
Russo was memorable from day one. His pronunciations were starkly redolent of his New York area roots. He never did shed the accent despite what I’d imagine were his British mom’s best wishes.
He’s entertaining and by his own admission bombastic. And when he bellows that throaty laugh of his, it’s contagious. Listeners relate to him. He often sounds like he is one of them. At times, when there’s rage in Russo’s speech, there’s laughter in listeners’ voices.He was of course part of the single greatest blog post of all time, and yes, I have spoken with him. :)
Also, the day he left was remarkable.
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