The sadness of life and death
While personally I have experienced pleasure through the success of my beloved team and have continued to enjoy my life going drinking and playing football, I have to pause for a while to think about two men who have tragically passed away.
One I didn't know well, one I didn't know at all, but both brought me joy and were unique characters.
The first is Paul Rice. I know my publicity for this blofg is rubbish and few people read it but this will be waiting in the archive for those visitors who will care about it.
Paul has long been the voice of Tranmere Rovers. A caring man who was once in hospital radio as I understand it, he became the official match commentator for Rovers' own matchday videos, the tapes which are sent to news agencies, other clubs and are sold in the club shop.
He became a cult figure nationally when ITV made their ill-fated stab at turning the Football League into a major digital TV draw.
Gabby Yorath (as she was) and her team of sycophantic panting ex-footballers picked up on the commentary on the tapes they received from Prenton Park. Paul was never one for airs and graces and his passion for the club made his commentary more than slightly partisan and his eloquence and accidental swearing resulted in the most entertaining commentary I have ever heard.
He died on August 27 and will be sadly missed by his family, friends and supporters of Tranmere Rovers.
The other death is more high profile. Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. I am no environmental expert but I love wild animals and Steve Irwin has for many years given me infotainment giving me a perspective on animals I never previously had.
His infectious enthusiasm and skill in handling animals in their natural habitat was inspiring and taught me that some of the world's fiercest creatures should be respected but not feared and that sometimes it is your fear that encourages them to strike.
Little of this information is useful to me in Birkenhead but I always harboured an ambition to go to the Australia Zoo and see him giving one of his feeding-time talks. I wanted to speak with him to learn what makes him tick.
Sadly I will never be able to do that as he died on Monday, September 4.
Ironically he was killed, according to reports, by a stingray barb. There is uncertainty as to whether it was an attack or an accident as far as I can make out but what is certain is it killed him bcause it pierced his heart. A few centimetres either way and he would have survived another encounter.
It is a great loss to Australia Zoo, Australia as a nation, wildlife TV (Which is now left with idiots like Nigel Marvin or the always brilliant but ageing David Attenborough), and, if I may be so bold, the worlds, which has lost a great character and the one man I think would be able to make most of the world sit up and take notice of the protection of our wildlife species.
Of course the loss will be felt most by zoo staff and his family Terri, Bindi and Bob. Though you may never read this my thoughts are with you and I hope you can recover to keep Steve's wonderful enthusiastic legacy alive and continue to present conservation in a way that makes people truly care about it the way millions of us cared about Steve.