DSP The RIP VINNY Thread

Can we please move the Vinny posts to a dedicated thread?

 

forthcoming

 

Ron Cey talked about that... how the players could hear Vin's play-by-play on the field from all the radios in the stands.

This is Vinny's call on the Ferguson catch/throw, with the comments by Cey following it. https://www.mlb.com/video/vin-scully-top-20-11-ferguson-c1131933383

 

the goats
the best ever
we have been so blessed
so lucky

 

I started following the Dodgers in the mid/late-70s. I had a paper route, delivering the morning SF Chronicle. I’d be up before the crack of dawn – basically waking when I heard the truck stop in front of our house and drop the stack on the driveway with a loud thud. My ritual each morning, before folding and strapping the newspapers, would be to take out a Sporting Green (remember when they were actually green?), read the Dodger recap from the previous day, study the box score, and check to see if they had a game scheduled that evening. If so, I would look forward to it all day. Of course, there was no internet, and living in the Bay Area, I didn’t have the same access to the radio feed that those of you in SoCal did. However, there was this weird phenomenon – I can’t explain it, maybe someone else here knows the science behind it – but there was a station in Las Vegas broadcasting the Dodger feed, and the later we got into each night, the clearer the signal would become to me. It would start at around 8:15 or so, very fuzzy and buried in static. I would hold the transistor to my ear and strain to hear that so familiar voice, slowly thumbing the tuning dial up and down, trying to find the precise frequency. Was that Vinny? It was so difficult to tell at first… so feint among the background noise. I’d long to hear him, dying to know what was happening in the game. Then it was a little louder, the signal even pulsating a bit. Yes, there he was – the golden voice! (Or sometimes it was a Farmer John ad). I still couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Are the Dodgers winning? Hang in there, it will get clearer. And eventually it did. And finally I was able to hear Vinny’s call on the remaining few innings. I’d go to bed with the radio under my pillow, glued to every word. The way he described everything in detail, the visual pictures he painted in my mind, the anecdotes he shared… I swear I felt I was sitting right next to him in the booth watching the game.

Now in my 50’s, much that represented my youth is long gone. Vinny, however, continued to take me back – all through my 20s, 30s, and 40s. Each time I heard that familiar tone of voice, I’d feel like a kid again.

Yesterday, when I learned he had left us, I immediately felt a part of me went with him, gone forever.

 

Vin will always be the voice of baseball and summertime to me.

 

one of the greatest without a doubt
oh my!