Traditional Media has been so Busy Telling us how Everything is

 The friendly exchange of opinions on the subway, walking to the stadium or at your seat is what we love about the big games. We sure don’t miss paying $8 for a Bud Light and $15 for a steak sandwich, but feeling a part of something for just a few hours, where even strangers will listen attentively to your opinion is the special sauce that is often missing.


There are a number of fantastic sporting podcasts here on Spreaker that cover just about every sport that you can think of and more importantly encourage all listeners to be a part of the show.

After listening to some of the great sporting podcasts available, it will only be a matter of time until you ponder creating your own show. We have all yelled at a TV screen during sporting broadcasts, but is this enough for you to create your own successful show?

The truth is that is takes a little skill and preparation, but if you know what value you can bring to your audience and what you want to say, there really is no limit to what you can achieve.

Anyone thinking of starting their own sporting podcast should take a few pointers from the Marlin Family Live show that proudly that their transmission is for the fans, by the fans, to talk about all things Miami Marlins and finally “Join the Marlin Family and let your voice be heard!”

The synopsis is refreshingly honest and simple with a strong community vibe where the listener’s voice is as important as the broadcasters themselves. For me personally this encapsulates the ethos of podcasts and live broadcasts in this age where new media is leading the way.

The only ingredient you really need to get the ball rolling is to have a subject matter that you are passionate about. If you genuinely love what you are doing and are clearly podcasting your passion, your audience will be able to hear this in your voice.


Meanwhile, the Bob Sullivan is the perfect night sports radio program that the host describes as a conversation with athletes, celebrities, and his friends. Once again, this illustrates how the secret to an engaged audience is the communal bond between audiences and podcasters.

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