Elm City to Eagleville

A blog on UConn women's basketball.

Monday, September 24, 2007

From joy to sorrow

The weekend was supposed to be one of celebration but instead it ended as merely a reminder of how precious life can be and how quickly it can be taken away.

On Saturday I attended the wedding of a good friend and former co-worker and it was a thoroughly enjoyable day spent in Litchfield watching two wonderful people begin the next chapter of their lives. My Sunday was spent relaxing and drawing such joy from seeing my beloved Tampa Bay Buccaneers beat
St. Louis for their second straight win. Win streaks have been few and far between in recent years for Tampa Bay.

Then a few minutes ago I logged onto the Register's site to update my blog and was stunned by what I saw. The four-word headline "Sportscaster Gonillo Found Dead" prompted me to shriek an incredulous "WHAT?" probably to the dismay of my downstairs neighbors.

I clicked on the link and read the short news story written by the Register's columnist Dave Solomon who wrote that long-time News12 Sports Director Bill Gonillo was found dead at his home at the age of 44. Even as I type those words, I find it hard to believe. Bill was the most jovial person I ever came across in this business, he always had a playful smirk on his face and would fill a room with laughter (often with the jokes coming at his own expense).

Make no mistake, our business is competitive. On the UConn beat, the writers are always trying to top each other, be the first to get the latest on a UConn recruit, come up with a different story angle or put together a compelling feature.

During the winter I will spend more time with Rich Elliott of the Connecticut Post and John Altavilla of the Hartford Courant than I will with my own co-workers. I still remember attending a farewell bash at the urging of Rich Elliott's predecessor on the UConn women's beat. Rachel McLoughlin, who now goes by her married name of Rachel Rice, was throwing together a party for her roommate and former Connecticut Post photographer Stacey Porter. I knew only a handful of people there but Rachel was there with her then-fiancee Chris and a couple of times when Rachel introduced me to somebody, I jokingly said I was "Rachel's other fiancee." It got a good laugh and it was partly true with the exception of the extravagant piece of jewelry on the third finger of Rachel's left hand - that was most certainly paid for by Chris.

Rachel and I carpooled to UConn practices and games and we knew everything that was going on in each other's lives. There is a bond formed not only with people from your own shop but with those at opposing papers and media outlets. We take the loss of legends very hard. I still feel numb when I think of the passing of former Hartford Courant high school sports editor Bo Kolinsky and more recently a Register icon Tom McCormack was also taken from us. The loss of Bill will be felt just as heavily by members of the media across the state.

I can't remember when I first met Bill, but I am sure it was at a high school football game back in the late 1980s when were were both just starting out in the business. Over the years, we would also run into each other at Amity softball games, Brakette games, the Pilot Pen,
Stratford or Bunnell football games, Yale football or hockey games and it always seems like I knew him. Bill had that ability to become fast friends with just about everybody he came into contact with. From his work as the voice of Yale football, time anchoring local sportscasts and most recently during his award-winning tenure with News12, Bill was very much a legend in these parts. About the only thing he was known for more than his passion for covering local sports was his appetite. The running joke was that if there was a food spread at an event, Bill would be there. Bill expected the food jokes as soon as he arrived at an assignment. The last time I saw Bill was at the Pilot Pen Tennis tournament and he was his typical lovable self. I remember there was a press conference in a stuffy media interview room and Pilot Pen Tennis tournament director Anne Worcester commented that she would be taking off a sweater or sweatshirt and Bill chimed in "oh, I've got to get this (on tape). Of course, everybody laughed. Whenever Bill spoke, everybody normally laughed.


I am sure tributes will be filling the newspapers and airwaves in the coming days and there will be enough Bill Gonillo stories circulating to last another 44 years.

All I can say is that the
New Haven and Bridgeport area lost a true media legend and I lost a friend.