Jack Harry has a rep for reporting unsubstantiated rumors: The Chiefs are hiring Mike Shanahan! (Uh, no.) David Glass is selling the Royals! (Did he just wake up from a fever dream before broadcasting this?) These misguided attempts to scoop the competition aside, Harry is the most entertaining local sportscaster to watch when he works up a lather. He howls. He yells. He turns his already toasted face an unhealthy shade of magenta. And he makes some good points. The veteran broadcaster spits his two cents at the camera, integrating opinions into the news like a crew-cut John McLaughlin. And that's good business. If you want the Royals score, you do it on your phone, not on your couch at 10:20 p.m. Harry's appeal is his passionate rant-casts, like this one: "The saving grace for these Jayhawk players [is that] their names weren't on the back of their jerseys!" They're so infectious, so heated, you might just start punching your living-room wall. And for better or worse, that's what sports broadcasting is about.
