Bud Shaw Biography, Wikipedia, Age, Image, Wife Retiring, The Plain Dealer

Bud Shaw is a Columnist at WKYC in Cleveland, Ohio, specializing in sports. Bud Shaw, an award-winning sports columnist who began working in Cleveland at The Plain Dealer in 1991, joined WKYC in August of 2018…

Bud Shaw Biography

Bud Shaw is a Columnist at WKYC in Cleveland, Ohio, specializing in sports. Bud Shaw, an award-winning sports columnist who began working in Cleveland at The Plain Dealer in 1991, joined WKYC in August of 2018. Shaw has won numerous Associated Press Sports Editor honors, including a Top 10 finish in column writing.

His recounting of the tragic boating accident that killed two Indians’ players in 1993 was an honorable mention selection in the Best American Sportswriting series.

He has covered more than a dozen Super Bowls and World Series, eight Masters golf tournaments, six Olympic Games, five Indianapolis 500s, the Ryder Cup, the NBA Finals, the Stanley Cup Finals, the Daytona 500, the NCAA Final Four, the U.S. Open tennis tournament and the PGA.

Shaw has worked for newspapers in Atlanta, San Diego, Philadelphia, New Jersey, western Pennsylvania, Chicago, and Detroit.

Shaw and his wife, Susan, live in Cleveland where they are bossed around by their rescue dog, Ike.

Contact Bud Shaw at bshaw@wkyc.com and follow him on Twitter.

Bud Shaw Age

Bud Shaw is a Columnist at WKYC in Cleveland, Ohio, specializing in sports. He grew up the oldest child of a general surgeon in rural south central Ohio.
He graduated with an AB in Chemistry from Kenyon College in 1972 and received his MD degree from Case Western Reserve University School of Medicine in 1976. His pieces of information about birth date are unknown, but stay ready for the update

Bud Shaw Wikipedia

Bud Shaw grew up the oldest child of a general surgeon in rural south central Ohio. He graduated with an AB in Chemistry from Kenyon College in 1972 and received his MD degree from Case Western Reserve University School of Medicine in 1976.

In 1981, he completed a surgery residency at the University of Utah, then trained in Pittsburgh under Tom Starzl, the father of liver transplantation.

An internationally renowned transplant surgeon by age 35, Shaw left Pittsburgh in 1985 to start a new transplant program in Nebraska that quickly became one of the most respected transplant centers in the world.

An author of 300 journal articles, 50 book chapters, and a founding editor of the prestigious journal, Liver Transplantation, he retired from active practice and the department chairmanship in 2009, and now focuses on writing, teaching and the value of narrative studies in medical education and clinical practice.

His prize-winning essay, My Night With Ellen Hutchinson, published in Creative Nonfiction Magazine, was nominated for a 2013 Pushcart Prize and received Special Mention. The father of three adult children, Shaw lives with his wife, novelist Rebecca Rotert (Shaw) in the wooded hills north of Omaha, Nebraska.

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A career writing about Cleveland sports: The blessings far outweighed The Curse — Bud Shaw

CLEVELAND, Ohio – A newspaper box offering a window to the past sits in my home office.

The framed final edition of the National Sports Daily hangs nearby. The headline – “We Had A Ball – The Fat Lady Sings Our Song” – is a reminder of the circumstances that brought me to Cleveland in 1991 to write for The Plain Dealer.

Don’t ask me how I came to possess such a newspaper box, officer. Let’s just say it may have involved an overzealous co-worker, a dark and stormy Chicago night, a van, a snort of Jack Daniels and a pair of bolt cutters.

A few months later, I walked from a downtown Cleveland hotel with my bride of 10 days to attend our first Cleveland sports event together. I’d been here a few times for Steelers-Browns games, spending those weekends with a college roommate in Ohio City sipping beers and listening to Pete Franklin.

(Yes, we really knew how to have a good time back in our day.)

I’d told my wife Cleveland was a tremendous sports town and a good place for somebody in my profession to land. Left unsaid: especially so when an alternative landing spot was the unemployment line.

We walked to the old stadium to watch the afternoon part of a makeup doubleheader between Milwaukee and the Indians. It was Tuesday, Oct. 1. The season would be over in a few days (also known as not soon enough).

The Indians would finish with 105 losses – still a team record. The good news? – No one was getting bruised by stray elbows going through the turnstiles.

The lineup that day: Alex Cole, Mike Aldrete, Carlos Baerga, Carlos Martinez, Mark Whiten, Reggie Jefferson, Jim Thome, Ed Taubensee, Felix Fermin. And on the hill, Rod Nichols was about to see his record fall to 2-11.

The score: Milwaukee 11, Indians 0. The attendance? On baseball-reference.com, it claims (optimistically) 4,346. On a box score almost 27 years old, it says “Not Given.”

For good reason. Less than three is not a crowd.

My wife? Strangely quiet that day. I asked what was wrong.

“If this is such a great sports town,” she said, “why can I hear the pitcher talking to the catcher?”

Within four seasons, the World Series came to Cleveland in a new ballpark with a lineup baseball people were comparing to the old “Murderer’s Row” of Yankees fame.

And a girl from Indianapolis was in the seats with her friends, Christmas lights adorning their baseball caps.

Not long after that – at least that’s the way it seems now — I left my wife at home watching a Larry O’Brien Trophy presentation on television and drove to a neighborhood bar where Cavaliers fans of my age linked arms, sobbing and singing a continuous loop of “We Are The Champions.”

I know there were quite a few years between 1991 and that. Based on what I see in the mirror, I’ve shed hair like a Pomeranian.

There have been almost 80 combined seasons among the three teams since I wrote my first story for the PD. There were two World Series Game 7 daggers for the Indians that took years off everyone’s lives.

There was Michael Jordan spoiling the Cavs’ good time. LeBron James coming and going and coming home again. And now taking over the role of Jordan for the rest of the Eastern Conference.

There were more regime changes in Berea than all third-world countries combined. So many twists and turns and dead ends. And yet it seemed like 1991 to now happened above the Concorde it went by so fast.

Between the losingest season in Indians history and summer that now offers title hopes for the Cavs and the Indians, and (finally, we think) legitimate hope for the Browns, time flew like an Albert Belle corker.

Kenny Lofton scored from second base on a passed ball in Seattle one minute. The next, Rajai Davis was lining a homer off Aroldis Chapman to tie a World Series game at home against the Cubs.

Turns out time also flies when you’re sitting in Lou Groza’s living room watching the Cleveland Browns owner brag on the legend of the Baltimore Colts and telling his audience, “I had no choice.”

I heard a rumble deep inside Groza that day. I also heard Dante Lavelli’s voice boom from behind the washers and dryers at his appliance store, “Shaw, Art Modell has no integrity.”

It flies whether James is staging The Decision or co-authoring a Sports Illustrated Valentine to Northeast Ohio. It flies no matter if the Browns owner is Modell, Al Lerner, Randy Lerner or Jimmy Haslam.

(OK, so it did seem to drag a bit during 1-31 and 0-16. Let’s not get carried away here.)

I remember writing a column about how fitting it would be for the new Browns to celebrate their return to the NFL after three years of darkness by playing the Pittsburgh Steelers at home in the 1999 season opener.

The absolutely perfect opponent, I wrote. Paying no attention to the 11 names on offense: Ty Detmer, Terry Kirby, Marc Edwards, Kevin Johnson, Leslie Shepherd, Irv Smith, Lomas Brown, Jim Pyne, Dave Wohlabaugh, Scott Rehberg, Orlando Brown. And how little time they’d had to become a passable NFL team.

The NFL agreed scheduling the Steelers was the way to go. At least until that game ended Pittsburgh 43, Browns 0.

The details of the carnage were even more telling. First downs: Steelers, 33, Browns 2; Rushing yards: Steelers 217, Browns 9. Total yards: Steelers 464, Browns 40. Time of possession: Steelers 47:49, Browns 12:11.

I saw Lerner in Berea the next day.

“Great idea,” he said with as much good cheer as he could muster under the circumstances.

I wasn’t here for the great Browns teams of the 1980s. The Indians’ playoff runs of the ’90s were the highlight for me in my early days here. I don’t believe it’s legally possible to have more fun than I had to cover baseball with Paul Hoynes, whether it was in spring training in Winter Haven or Goodyear.

Or leaving the Bronx on the subway at 1:30 a.m. with a cast of characters right out of a Fellini film, including a one-legged guy who moved around the car shadow boxing.

We interviewed Mike Hargrove in the visiting manager’s office in Chicago the night umpires confiscated Albert Belle’s bat. We either didn’t notice or didn’t know to ask about the mangled ceiling tiles directly above Hargrove’s desk.

Not to be confused with Woodward and Bernstein, we learned the next day when we arrived to find Chicago cops guarding the visiting clubhouse that someone (Jason Grimsley) had done some reconnaissance through the ceiling to retrieve Belle’s corked bat.

Why did he replace it with a Paul Sorrento bat? Wasn’t that an obvious tipoff to umps that someone had stolen the evidence?

Denser than most, I needed that explained to me.

“Think about it,” an Indians official gently suggested when I asked him later. Oh, right. All of Belle’s bats (at least on that trip) were corked.

My job here took me to cities and countries I might not otherwise have visited, but the connection and friendships are what I consider the greatest bonus from almost 27 years of sports writing in Cleveland.

This is my last column for cleveland.com and the last to appear in The Plain Dealer. Thank you for reading. Please follow me on Facebook and @budshaw on Twitter.

I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon. I grew up in Philly but Cleveland has long felt like home.

This was a great sports town long before the Cavaliers ended the title drought against Golden State. The summer before, the New York Times published its list of the Most Cursed Sports Cities in America. I must admit, it looked so much like my career road map I began to wonder if I might be part of the curse.

After all, I worked in three of the Top Four: here, Atlanta and San Diego.

Hard to believe it happened that way since I felt so blessed at every stop. Nowhere more than here.

I had a ball.

Bud Shaw Wife

Shaw has worked for newspapers in Atlanta, San Diego, Philadelphia, New Jersey, western Pennsylvania, Chicago, and Detroit.

Shaw and his wife, Susan, live in Cleveland where they are bossed around by their rescue dog, Ike.

Contact Bud Shaw at bshaw@wkyc.com and follow him on Twitter.

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Longtime PD / Cleveland.com Sports Columnist Bud Shaw Joining WKYC

Longtime Plain Dealer / Cleveland.com sports columnist Bud Shaw, he of the infamous Spin, has announced that he’ll be joining WKYC next week.

Shaw will be writing for the news channel’s website, WKYC.com, and said on Twitter that he’ll still be cranking out his “You Said It” column, featuring reader commentary.

Shaw was among a handful of veteran Cleveland.com reporters who accepted voluntary buyouts earlier this year. In his final column, he recapped his career at the PD. “My job here took me to cities and countries I might not otherwise have visited, but the connection and friendships are what I consider the greatest bonus from almost 27 years of sports writing in Cleveland,” he wrote.

In that column, Shaw said he had no immediate plans to leave Cleveland, despite having grown up in Philly, but his local job prospects were uncertain. WKYC may seem like an unusual landing spot for a print columnist. But the channel’s director of digital operations is Denise Polverine, another Cleveland.com alum.

She has amped up the station’s web presence in recent years and will no doubt hope to gain a few more of the region’s available sports clicks.

But the crowded local sports media market now includes The Athletic, the subscription-based digital sports page featuring some of the region’s top sportswriters. Shaw will have to spin hard and often if he hopes to regain traction in the digital landscape (hellscape?) across which we all woefully traverse.

Bud Shaw The Plain Dealer

The Plain Dealer is the major daily newspaper of Cleveland, Ohio, United States. It has the largest circulation of any Ohio newspaper and was a top 20 newspaper for Sunday circulation in the United States as of March 2013.

As of December 2015, The Plain Dealer had more than 250,000 daily readers and 790,000 readers on Sunday. The Plain Dealer’s media market, the Cleveland-Akron DMA (Designated Market Area), is one of the Top 20 markets in the United States. With a population of 3.8 million people, it is the fourth-largest market in the Midwest and Ohio’s largest media market.

In April 2013 The Plain Dealer announced it would reduce home delivery to four days a week, including Sunday. This went into effect on August 5, 2013. A daily version of The Plain Dealer is available electronically as well as in print at stores, news racks, and newsstands.

Bud Shaw History and ownership

The newspaper was established in 1842, less than 50 years after Moses Cleaveland landed on the banks of the Cuyahoga River in The Flats, and is currently owned by Advance Publications (Newhouse Newspapers). The Plain Dealer Publishing Company is under the direction of George Rodrigue (president). The paper employs over 700 people.

Since the late 20th century, like others in the media business, the newspaper has faced numerous changes, sales, restructuring and staff layoffs.

It was sold on March 1, 1967, to S.I. Newhouse’s newspaper chain, and has been under the control of the Newhouse family ever since.

The paper was previously held by the trusts of the Holden estate, and operated as The Plain Dealer Publishing Company, part of the Forest City Publishing Company, which also published the Cleveland News until its purchase and subsequent closing by its major competitor, the Cleveland Press, owned by the E.W. Scripps Company, in 1960.

On December 18, 2005, The Plain Dealer ceased publication of its weekly Sunday Magazine, which had been published continuously for over 85 years. The demise of the paper’s Sunday Magazine was attributed to the high cost of newsprint and declining revenue.

The PD reassigned the associated editors, designers, and reporters to other areas of the newspaper. It also assured readers that the stories that would formerly have appeared in the Sunday Magazine would be integrated into other areas of the paper.

On the morning of Wednesday, July 31, 2013, nearly one-third of the newsroom staff was eliminated through layoffs and voluntary resignations. The Plain Dealer’s corporate owner, New York-based Advance Publications Inc., a private company run by the heirs of S.I. Newhouse was implementing a strategy to cut staff and publication schedules in order to focus more on online news delivery.

Previously, in December 2012, under an agreement with the Newspaper Guild, nearly two dozen union newsroom staff voluntarily accepted severance packages. The July round of layoffs led to accusations by the Guild that management had misled the union by cutting more employees that had been agreed upon.

On August 5, 2013, the Northeast Ohio Media Group launched and The Plain Dealer Publishing Company were formed. Northeast Ohio Media Group operates Cleveland.com and Sun Newspapers (also known as the Sun News suburban papers). It is responsible for all multimedia ad sales and marketing for The Plain Dealer, Sun News, and Cleveland.com. It also provides content to The Plain Dealer, Cleveland.com and Sun News.

The Plain Dealer Publishing Company provides content and publishes in print seven days a week. The company also provides production, distribution, finance, information technology, accounting and other support services for the Plain Dealer Publishing Co. and Northeast Ohio Media Group.

Bud Shaw Retiring

Indians postseason lock, Brown’s saga is Cleveland’s coming sports attractions: Bud Shaw’s Spin

CLEVELAND, Ohio — As I was saying, Cleveland is an irresistible sports town.

Not for Corey “Adios, Cleveland” Coleman or Isaiah Thomas, apparently. Then again the vibe in recent days tells me the feeling is mutual.

Nowhere else could HBO’s deep dive into a hapless football organization because for a city-wide watch party. Nowhere else would an audience be hanging on every last word.

Whether Browns fans are watching to discover the secret sauce behind all that non-success or simply looking for any good reason to believe two decades worth of winter discontent is finally behind them, at the heart of both motives is an uncommon passion.

This was a tantalizing sports town even before Frankie Lindor and Jose Ramirez began making the supremely difficult act of hitting look as easy as tee ball. The only thing missing from their carefree play: post-game juice boxes.

It’s never boring here. And, well, I guess I couldn’t always say the same about retirement.

That might explain why today is my first column since May, but it’s as much about the approaching calendar in a sports town that knows too well the thrill of occasional victory and the agony of more frequent defeat.

The Indians are a World Series contender armed with multiple Cy Young Award candidates (yes, we’re still counting Trevor Bauer and expect he will pitch in the postseason even if it requires him to ride a Bird scooter to the mound). They have multiple MVP candidates, a bolstered bullpen, and a manager who knows his way around October.

The Browns, the undeserving darlings of an unapologetic football town, have surprisingly after all these years adopted an approach cemented in new (for them) thinking: that two quality quarterbacks just might be an improvement over none.

Who wants to miss that?

So I start writing a weekly column again today for WKYC while also sharing the (sometimes lunatic) ramblings of readers in my You Said It column.

Let it be known I did consider writing a Sports Illustrated valentine to Northeast Ohio upon my return, but the interest — like the dating experiences of so many You Said It contributors — was not mutual.

My reasons for returning are as follows:

  • Actually wanted to keep sitting on the sidelines — what I call a Veteran’s Summer Off — but then I saw Jarvis Landry’s impassioned speech about the effort in the Hard Knocks debut. So here I am working again while fighting the urge to wear a bucket hat.
  • Didn’t want to miss another undefeated Browns preseason and all that it clearly promises.
  • Finally getting to cover a Browns GM who dresses like a sports writer? Sign me up.
    • Couldn’t resist the lure of a highly acclaimed journalistic career being revived at WKYC… But enough about Leon Bibb.
    • Moving forward, I want to lead the charge against abolishing the term “moving forward.”
    • Ran out of ways to say no to her daily question: “Since you’re off today, are you going to the gym?”
    • Remembered what Rollie Massimino said upon coming out of retirement to coach Cleveland State: “There’s only so much golf you can play.”

    Not sure that’s true. But when you have 160 yards to the pin on your second shot and 170 to the pin on your third, it’s time to admit that more than the golf ball is going in the wrong direction.

    • Didn’t want to miss Ramirez and Lindor hitting their 74th home runs of the season. In the same game.
    • Or Brandon Guyer being hit for the 84th time in his career.
    • Hoped to be able to comment on the culture-changing discipline of a new regime in Berea following rookie receiver Antonio Callaway’s issues.

    But that will have to wait since it’s hard to tell whether he was being punished or rewarded by playing so much against New York last week. Dean Wormer has nothing on Hue Jackson.

    Take that, rookie…who, um, needs the work.

    • (The Trump-Putin meeting in Helsinki motivated me to return and publicly clarify something. When I said the Browns would win a game last season, I meant wouldn’t.
    • The realization that if Pat Shurmur can get another high profile job, why not me?
    • Wanted to re-live my sports writing youth. And the 2018 AL Central race is the closest thing I’ve seen to a mismatch and quick knockout since Mike Tyson-Michael Spinks lasted 91 seconds.
      • The possibility that I could be in attendance when all 22 defensive starters in an NFL game are ejected for helmet fouls was too much to pass up.
      • Did I mention Dez Bryant? Because if I did, it was a typo.
      • Didn’t want to be left out of the Sam Dekker Era.
      • Saw a story that the Cavs will travel the least amount of distance in the NBA this season and needed a forum to wonder aloud if it’s because LeBron’s crab dribble won’t be added to their mileage.
      • While I was writing at cleveland.com, and the PD, Stipe Miocic didn’t lose title defenses. Just saying.
      • As I mentioned, any sports town stoked to watch a documentary on a 1-31 organization obviously hasn’t yet raised the bar high enough to exclude my return.

      If you made it this far, there’s a Bud Light cooler filled with a free beer waiting for you. Have on on me after the Browns win their first game.

      (Friday: The Inaugural WKYC You Said It.)

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