As a child growing up on the PA/OH border, I've always suffered from a severe identity crisis when it comes to baseball. For decades the Pirates tested my patience in continuing to root for all-things-Pittsburgh, while the Indians had awesome things like Ricky Vaughn and Chief Wahoo. It was like being stuck with a crappy family whom you love, but wishing you were a member of the cool one next door. You know, the one with all those Central Division titles ... And a PlayStation ... And the mom who makes Hot Pockets ...
Enter Tri-State at the Plate (or "TSATP" as I like to call them at the local Turkish bath house). Not only do I get to keep up with the baseball family that I'm obligated to, the guys fill me in on everything about the family across the street! You know, those Cleveland Indians my dad said would be a bad influence on me (racist much, dad?). It is the best of all worlds.
And to make it even better, the hosts of the show provide top-notch banter! Banter that makes 'Michael and Kelly' sound like two hobos fighting over a vending machine tuna sandwich. Think Kathie Lee and Hodo but less mimosas and more beer; less TMZ and more ESPN; less cleavage but (somehow) more sexiness.
TSATP is putting the "pod" back in podcast, and is sure to be a hit with enthusiasts of all things baseball!