Friday, October 9, 2015

Vin Scully

As a lifelong Mets fan I will not be supporting the Dodgers in the National League Division Series that begins tonight.  But this does not mean I am not a fan of Vince Scully.  I recently learned that the 87-year old baseball broadcaster will not be in the booth for this series.

Though I grew up listening to Bob Murphy, Lindsey Nelson, and Ralph Kiner, I remember Scully as the national voice of MLB.  I knew him as an announcer for NBC's Saturday Game of the Week before I ever knew he was the Dodgers day-to-day announcer.

Here is Scully's greatest call of all time:

Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed Jacob Silverman's piece on Scully in this week's The New York Times Magazine.  Here is a taste:

Five years ago, a dozen friends and I headed from Los Angeles to San Diego to catch a three-game series between the Dodgers and the Padres. The stated purpose of the trip was a bachelor party for an old friend, but we needed little excuse to follow our home team on the road. When we checked into our hotel, we realized just how closely we had followed them; the Dodgers were staying there, too. This was a little like running into your calculus teacher at the mall. These people aren’t supposed to exist in real life. Excited, we filled out bingo cards with player sightings. But really, we wanted to see only one man: Vin Scully, the team’s announcer since Harry Truman was in office.

One morning, Jon, the groom ­to ­be, walked into a hotel elevator and found himself eyeball to eyeball with Scully. Jon introduced himself, explained the purpose of his visit and asked if he had any advice. After a thoughtful pause, Scully said, in his dulcet New York drawl, ‘‘Ahh, marriage — man’s most optimistic of endeavors.’’ He wished Jon luck, and that was it. Elevator doors opened, folk hero exited. The encounter set our close-knit group aflame. We pulled our liberal-­arts degrees out of their moldering mental storage and began analyzing Scully’s line like the poetry it was, a classic Scullyism — the lyricism, the slightly antique syntax, the dueling notes of mischief and joy.

Read the rest here.