Legendary sports announcer, and voice of the Dodgers for a record-setting 67 years, Vincent Edward "Vin" Scully, 94, peacefully at his home in suburban Los Angeles.
I grew up listening to Vin. Summer hasn't been the same since that awful day when he hung it up in 2016 and left the broadcast booth. I've heard a lot of sports announcers over the years. Blessed to have come of age with Dick Enberg doing L.A. football, Chick Hearn doing the Lakers, and Vin for the Dodgers. Now, all gone.
Scully wasn't just the best of those three legends, he was the best of all time, and I do not say so lightly, nor merely out of home team pride. He did everything for everyone, and did it well, but it was baseball he loved above all, and baseball he made richer for calling the play-by-play. Not just for the Dodgers, but for every player and team he ever watched.
You couldn't watch a home game at Dodger stadium for most of my lifetime without hearing him on 40,000 radios from home plate to the bleachers. He was that good. If you went to a game, you took a radio to listen to Vin, because he was going to tell you more about what you were looking at firsthand than any five other guys, if you gave them a week to rehearse.
And he had what became a legend most: humility. He was the last guy who'd ever toot his own horn, or act too big for his britches. And he never had to. He was just that good.
Any late spring to late summer night, after sunset and before dusk, the summer heat fading away, and his voice was the soundtrack to life, a lullaby while lounging in a backyard hammock as the night sky deepened from indigo to starlit black, and an under-appreciated feast for the ears, anywhere from the pre-game show to the post-game wrap-up.
With a golden voice now stilled forever, and living on only in recordings. And about a hundred million memories, from the players and fans whose games he called, and whose lives he touched.
He called Sandy Koufax's perfect game. He called Hank Aaron's 715th homer. And he called this golden baseball moment, one for the ages. Listen to it, and watch, as I did as it happened, and imagine hearing this for up to 162 games for 67 years: