In some ways, it is quite fitting that the Golic & Wingo era will begin on my son’s birthday because on the day my son was born my wife cursed Mike & Mike.

Due to an ice storm in our area, we went to the hospital earlier than the doctors recommended because we didn’t want my wife to deliver or child at home or in a parking lot somewhere.  When we got there, we were told that we could calm down and take a nap for a moment.

Hopped up on adrenaline, nervousness, and everything else a first time father experiences in that moment, there was zero chance I could sleep.  No matter how much I tried, it wasn’t happening.  A quarter to twelve quickly became 5:00 A.M.  At that point, the endless channel surfing turned into my turning on Mike & Mike.

I watched that for a few hours before it was go time.  Things became a blur, and I’m not sure how it happened, but the hospital remote control, complete with a speaker, was placed right by my wife’s head.

Well, during the delivery process, my wife looked up stunned and upset wanting to know why a baby was crying.  Everyone in the delivery room insisted that wasn’t the case.  But there it was again, a baby crying that only she could hear.

No, my wife wasn’t delusional from the stress and pain of the delivery process.  Rather, Mike Golic was pressing the baby crying sound from the board when referencing a particular player’s or team’s whining.  Honestly, I can’t even remember who was the whiner at the time.  All I do remember is the death glares I received from everyone in that delivery room.

Not too long after that, my wife delivered a happy and healthy little boy.  One that was delivered during the airing of Mike & Mike:

Despite my wife’s (understandable) anger in that moment, we would begin to watch Mike & Mike every morning because it was part of the greatest day of our lives.  Now, it’s gone, and we’re going to miss it.

Personally, I know I will have it in the back of my mind with a new son due to be born sometime next month.  In the event we are there early in the morning, I know that I will likely turn on Golic & Wingo.  However, now having Twitter, I will be sure to send a tweet to both of them requesting they not play the baby crying sound byte.  I don’t need another delivery room shooting daggers my way and a remote control go whizzing by my head.

Congratulations to Mike & Mike on a long run, and I look forward to making one or both of them a part of my morning going forward and sharing moments like these with my new son as well as my oldest.