Tuesday was a sad day for baseball, America, and more specifically, people who grew up in California. For those of my generation who were raised in California, Vin Scully’s voice is woven into our childhood memories. I fondly recall listening to the sound of his voice calling Dodger games on my transistor radio when I was supposed to be asleep in bed.
I also remember people bringing their transistor radios to Dodger Stadium so they could listen to Vin call the game while they were actually sitting in the stadium. It was remarkable to watch the game and hear his voice echoing in the stadium.
I had the opportunity to meet Vin as an adult. He did not disappoint. He was a very humble gentleman, and extremely kind and considerate. I told him what I’m sure he had heard thousands of times from people of my age raised in California: that the sound of his voice brought back fond childhood memories, and even as an adult, automatically relaxed me and made me feel better.
There are many, many moments of calls that he made during games that are memorable. Probably his greatest legacy is the huge number of lives he touched without ever meeting them in person.
A very pleasant good evening to you, Vin, wherever you may be.