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Colin spent most of his youth listening to baseball games on the radio on the roof of his house, which overlooked the Pacific Ocean.
He often played wiffleball and basketball by himself while his mom tended to her garden.
I asked him if he began sending out his resume after six months. In Las Vegas, Cowherd determined he didn’t have a voice for play-by-play, and his “last name wasn’t Buck or Brennaman.” In Portland, Cowherd saw ESPN was taking over sports on TV – making local stations less relevant – so he shifted his focus from weekend sports anchor to radio host. “When I was single for a minute, looking around, seeing all these beautiful 24-year-olds everywhere, I told my buddies this place could be dangerous,” he said, laughing.
“I’m dysfunctional,” he told me in his tiny office, which is mostly empty except for unbuttoned shirts on hangers on a wall rack with knobs that look straight out of Pottery Barn.
A shirt with a tie was draped over one chair; slacks were on another.
“I remember driving home – I’ll get emotional about this – and thinking about my late dad …” Cowherd stops himself again and tries to deep breath his way out of an Oprah moment on his own computer chair. I had asked Cowherd about his role in an incident five years ago that briefly blew up my fledgling website. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done to another person. it ate me up.” His sparsely decorated office is across the hall from the new studio of his radio show at ESPN headquarters.
“I felt terrible,” he tells me in his office, his voice cracking.
He grew up in Grayland, Wash., a subdued fishing village two and a half hours southwest of Seattle.