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"It’s a high drive into deep left center field. (Bill) Buckner goes back to the fence … It is gone. …
"What a marvelous moment for baseball. What a marvelous moment for Atlanta and the state of Georgia. What a marvelous moment for the country and the world. "A black man is getting a standing ovation in the Deep South for breaking a record of an all-time baseball idol. And it is a great moment for all of us, and particularly for Henry Aaron, who was met at home plate, not only by every member of the Braves, but by his father and mother.
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Quote:
“On the scoreboard in right field, it is 9:46 p.m. in the City of the Angels, Los Angeles, California. And a crowd of 29,139 just sitting in to see the only pitcher in baseball history to hurl four no-hit, no-run games. He has done it four straight years, and now he capped it: On his fourth no-hitter he made it a perfect game. And Sandy Koufax, whose name will always remind you of strikeouts, did it with a flourish. He struck out the last six consecutive batters. So when he wrote his name in capital letters in the record books, that ‘K’ stands out even more than the O-U-F-A-X.” Robert Creamer on Scully in 1964: “...as much a part of the Los Angeles scene as the freeways and the smog. When a game is on the air, the physical presence of his voice is overwhelming. His pleasantly nasal baritone comes out of radios on the back counters of orange juice stands, from transistors held by people sitting under trees, in barber shops and bars, and from cars everywhere — parked cars, cars waiting for red lights to turn green, cars passing you at 65 on the freeways, cars edging along next to you in rush-hour traffic jams.” I was here early enough to recall hearing his voice pouring out of transistor radios at the stadium. Dodger baseball was narrated, not just watched, when you sat in Chavez Ravine. RIP Vin. His greeting personified the man's grace and class: “Hi, everybody, and a very pleasant good evening to you wherever you may be.” ![]() The City of Angels cries today.
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Little roller up along first.
No, even now, I can't do it.
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To date, Vin Scully has been in the announcers booth for 4.75% of every MLB game that has ever been played.
218,400 MLB games. He called 10,385 H/t Ryan Spaeder |
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OMG! That's one out of twenty.
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Thank you! really not a Dodgers fan, but what a staple for the sport of baseball over the years - his voice will be missed!
Jimmy
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Later night games on my midwest transitor growing up. Baseball at its best, from the East to the West Coast. Even laerned some Spanish with the Yanks who I hated. But Vin always the best. He painted a picture like no other.
Even in the Love of the Game, 95% adlibbed. Perfect. The best of all time -- bar none in my opinion. Gone...God I am getting old!! |
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Has to be in the discussion of GOAT announcers. My top three:
1) Chuck Thompson 2) Mel Allen 3) Vin Scully During my four formative years listening to the Nats on the radio, 1957-1960, I had Chuck and Bob Wolff doing the games, and I had no idea how lucky I was. Oh, those sweltering summer D.C. nights on the front porch drinking ice cold Rock Creek Cream Sodas and dying with every strikeout by my hapless Senators! I was a young Joe Boyd waiting for Applegate to come along. What I'd give for one more of those nights before I go! |
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