The last time I saw Vin Scully, it was a Wednesday in May in the City of Angels, and we were at the ballpark, his ballpark, Dodger Stadium, and one more time I asked him about the old radio.
I used to subscribe to mlb.com for radio broadcasts. Listened to Bob Uecker quite a few times, but far and away listened mostly to Vin Scully. It amazed me when I heard for the first time that Vin was alone in the booth. The broadcasts were so full and delightful. He will be missed more than words can express.
I read that final section hearing Vin’s voice as if he was the one calling that game (maybe that was the intent). Great homage, Joe. You managed to capture his cadence and style in your words
I like the manner in which you used the juxtaposition of Pitchers posing as an emblematic metaphor of the progression of Vin Scully's storied career encased in an At Bat. He reached for the moon, and he most definitely landed on it as arguably (some would say there is no argument) the greatest Baseball Announcer of All-Time. He had a good mentor in Red Barber. I guess they are both sharing the Catbird seat now.
Dammit Joe, why do you always make me cry? Was it just me or did anyone else read that with Vin Scully’s voice in their head? Beautiful Joe, just beautiful!
Glorious words for absolute genius of an announcer. Yet, still, an “indescribable, wondrous, breathtaking soul of a man!”
The greatest announcer that ever was…and will be…! Yet, still, a better, extraordinary human being!
Heaven is listening to a ballgame this evening and we all know who everyone is listening to (with their eyes closed and their respective souls captivated once more!!!
Bumgarner scowls as Vin rounds the bases...."Don't look at me!"
The benches clear as Vin just stares into Bumgarner's soul and forgives him, as God would forgive a sinner. Bumgarner, visibly shaken up, urges his teammates to join him to sit in a circle as they recite the Lord's prayer. All is right with the world.
I grew up in Southern California in the 70s. There is simply no way to describe the impact that Vin Scully had on my love for baseball. In the 70s in SoCal, Vin WAS baseball. Radio, TV, national games, Vin's voice was at all of them. He was the best of the best, and always will be.
I used to subscribe to mlb.com for radio broadcasts. Listened to Bob Uecker quite a few times, but far and away listened mostly to Vin Scully. It amazed me when I heard for the first time that Vin was alone in the booth. The broadcasts were so full and delightful. He will be missed more than words can express.
I read that final section hearing Vin’s voice as if he was the one calling that game (maybe that was the intent). Great homage, Joe. You managed to capture his cadence and style in your words
“And look who’s coming up!….” To set the stage for Kirk Gibson
Then staying quiet after the home run cleared the fence. To let the moment speak for itself.
Artistry
RIP Vin
The best yet written
I heard him call the Aaron HR and he was in my baseball life from then on
What a ride
"... joy just coming off him like sparks."
Beautiful.
I like the manner in which you used the juxtaposition of Pitchers posing as an emblematic metaphor of the progression of Vin Scully's storied career encased in an At Bat. He reached for the moon, and he most definitely landed on it as arguably (some would say there is no argument) the greatest Baseball Announcer of All-Time. He had a good mentor in Red Barber. I guess they are both sharing the Catbird seat now.
Dammit Joe, why do you always make me cry? Was it just me or did anyone else read that with Vin Scully’s voice in their head? Beautiful Joe, just beautiful!
Glorious words for absolute genius of an announcer. Yet, still, an “indescribable, wondrous, breathtaking soul of a man!”
The greatest announcer that ever was…and will be…! Yet, still, a better, extraordinary human being!
Heaven is listening to a ballgame this evening and we all know who everyone is listening to (with their eyes closed and their respective souls captivated once more!!!
Bumgarner scowls as Vin rounds the bases...."Don't look at me!"
The benches clear as Vin just stares into Bumgarner's soul and forgives him, as God would forgive a sinner. Bumgarner, visibly shaken up, urges his teammates to join him to sit in a circle as they recite the Lord's prayer. All is right with the world.
I cried. Thank you Joe -- I mean it.
Scully shakes his head like he remembers a time when you couldn't throw a fastball by him.
Perfect
A wonderful article, Joe, for a wonderful man!
Love that this was written as Vin would call a game. Makes it very easy to hear his voice in my head (the work of a very gifted writer).
As Buck would say, “There’s nothing sad about a man living [ninety four] years…the man lived a good life.” Rest In Peace.
I’m not crying. You’re crying.
I grew up in Southern California in the 70s. There is simply no way to describe the impact that Vin Scully had on my love for baseball. In the 70s in SoCal, Vin WAS baseball. Radio, TV, national games, Vin's voice was at all of them. He was the best of the best, and always will be.