The assignment is far less glamorous than calling a Super Bowl or The Masters but Jim Nantz agrees to take on the responsibility of ordering breakfast at Dunkin’ for our group of five. We are in Providence, first in line at the drive-thru, and Nantz is fighting a nagging cold. His voice is a little off but his body gifted him eight hours of restful sleep and he eagerly orders a pair of egg-and-cheese wake-up wraps and black coffee (with a turbo shot) for himself, as well as various breakfast start-me-ups for the four other passengers. Everyone should get to hear Jim Nantz tell a Dunkin’ attendant, “We’ll have a 25-count Munchkin” at least once in life.



When the car rolls up to the cashier, Nantz apologizes for asking the attendant to break his $100 bill. It’s 11:30 a.m. on a December Sunday in New England. The Patriots and Chiefs meet in less than five hours at Gillette Stadium and for the first time since Nantz, Tony Romo and reporter Tracy...