RIP Vin Scully

Dammit.

 

The voice of my childhood. RIP.

Vin was the best.

 

Unfortunately true.
EDIT: Helene's moving it in takes.

 

What a career. What a life. Legend. RIP.

 

Rick Monday just announced it on the radio and I could hear him choking up.

So sad. Vin probably had more influence on my life than anyone outside of my family. I grew up wanting to be him starting when I was 10 in 1970 and he went another 45 seasons.

RIP to the greatest.

 

Now he’s reunited with Angie.

RIP.

 

Ernie Harwell, whose jump to the Polo Grounds opened up Vin's spot with the Dodgers, was mine. (This is why @maumann might be my favorite poster)

Just this afternoon, I was watching the Kirk Gibson home run in the 1984 World Series, which was an NBC series. Vin laid out for the entire last at-bat, and yet he had enough stories to fill hours at a time. He did everything and nothing, and everything in between.

What a voice, what a spirit, what a legend. Damn.

 

“And look who’s coming up…..”

Vin and Joe felt like two of your uncles dropping by every Saturday.

RIP

 

My favorite Vin story is a little PG. The Tigers were at Dodger Stadium for an interleague series and Torii Hunter came up.

Apparently Hunter's dad had gotten into drugs and took Torii's favorite jacket. When he came home off a bender, Torii took the jacket to school and raised his hand in class and ...

"He raised his hand and a crack ... pipe, is that what you call it, fell out? A crack pipe?"

Someone had to explain that one to him.

 

Man smart a rough week for icons. There are few announcers who could even begin to sniff the career Vin had. A voice you instantly knew.

RIP

 

Today, I watched a random baseball game in my collection ... Yankees at Red Sox, Sept. 17, 1988. It was an NBC Game of the Week, so Vin Scully and Joe Garagiola were on the call.

Lou Piniella played the game under protest because of a fan interference call. Just before they went to commercial, Vin goes, "In the land of the bean and the cod, we got rhubarb." And I thought that was pretty clever. And then this news a few hours later.

To this 12-year-old at the time, listening to those two were such a big part of my childhood. As a baseball diehard, and especially of the Red Sox, Saturdays were usually the only chance I had to watch baseball because the antenna on our roof in eastern Connecticut could not get Ch. 38 out of Boston (yet, sadly, I could get Ch. 11 and Ch. 9 out of New York, and even Ch. 17 out of Philadelphia. What a kick in the nuts). So it was Ken Coleman and Joe Castiglione for six days of the week on radio and Vin and Joe for Saturdays.

Many people will bring up Sandy's perfect game, Kirk's home run (both of them), Dwight Clark's catch, perhaps even golf. And rightfully so. But to me, the NBC Game of the Week was so special for so many reasons, and the biggest was listening to Vin's call from Fenway.

Godspeed.