Growing up, it was a huge part of my household entertainment, and as I detailed in Anchorboy, CBC Edmonton and its local sportscasts were a big part of why I decided to become a sportscaster in the first place. When you live the first nine years of your life in a prairie town of only 700 people, and the Internet has yet to be invented, the CBC is your lifeline to the world. I watched the CBC in the morning as a little kid, starting every day with the familiar recorder-accompanied theme song to The Friendly Giant, a show that consisted of a friendly giant who lived alone in a castle with a rooster and a giraffe. It seems like an odd interspecies relationship looking back now, but everyone I knew was keen on the giant’s signature phrase: “Look up, waaaay up, and I’ll call Rusty.” Rusty, in this case, was the rooster that the giant may or may not have been having an inappropriate relationship with at the time. Rusty “lived” in what appeared to be a burlap sack hanging from the wall.
