There aren’t sufficient superlatives within the English language to precise how a lot I loved listening to Vin Scully name a Dodgers sport. In case you regarded up the phrases “great” and “legend” within the dictionary you’ll see the identify Vin Scully, however the phrases that actually outline him are “a true gentleman.” RIP, Vin.
Vin’s in Blue Heaven. Relaxation in Peace, Mr. Scully.
A legend is gone. An icon to all Dodgers followers and all baseball followers usually will now not serenade us together with his baseball knowledge, his distinctive play-by-play abilities or his life tales. Vinny lived a great life, and appreciated each minute of it. His legendary quotes “And we’re going to Chicago”… signifying the Dodgers advancing to the World Collection in 1959; and, in fact, his “In a year of the improbable, the impossible has happened” in 1988 after Kirk Gibson’s wonderful World Collection homer, dwell on ceaselessly. “It’s time for Dodger baseball” in heaven, and the lovable previous redhead is simply the appropriate man to spin his magic there.
Palos Verdes Estates
In a life that appeared so inconceivable it seems to be just like the unattainable has occurred: the good Vin Scully has handed on. Thanks for the recollections and friendship.
Rising up in Tucson, Ariz., within the 1960’s as a baseball fan I had two methods to get pleasure from dwell baseball video games. One was the NBC sport of the week with Curt Gowdy and the opposite was radio with Vin Scully. It was no contest in so some ways in favor of Vin, however one factor I bear in mind most is how nicely Vin pronounced Latino names the place Gowdy struggled. Relaxation in peace, Vin.
I don’t know that there was any participant whom Vinny liked to interview greater than the previous Reds and Dodgers second baseman, the affable and rotund Lenny Harris.
The week he left, varied celebrities and former gamers dropped by to go to Vin within the sales space. I imagine it might have been his final day in reality, when in pops Lenny Harris.
Nicely you could possibly hear Vinny’s beaming smile oozing with delight as he exclaimed, “Well look who it is! Our old friend Lenny Harris!”
Not my previous pal, our previous pal.
And he and Vinny jousted and traded recollections for the subsequent couple of innings, and it was as if I’d dropped in on two previous associates in a espresso store. I felt like I used to be there.
So some ways to extol the virtues of such a wondrous being of pure gentle and pleasure, however everybody has finished that. I simply needed to share a reminiscence of the wonderful, beloved Vin Scully with you.
Vin Scully is embedded into the material of Los Angeles. His voice, poetry and wit — he would remind you of particulars which occurred far earlier in a baseball sport to elucidate how we had arrived at this level, informed you concerning the gamers and their households and was a connection to a special period. I search for on the sky and see Dodger Blue.
Because of all of you in your effective reporting.
It struck me that Vin Scully’s passing is for me a bit of like FDR’s passing was for my mother and aunt. They’d by no means actually recognized some other president.
Each males linked with thousands and thousands via their voice over radio.
I grew up in Pittsburgh pondering I used to be in heaven listening to Bob Prince announce Pirates video games. I then moved to Los Angeles and obtained to hearken to Vin Scully announce Dodgers video games and was in heaven.
After I heard on the Dodgers’ telecast that our beloved Vin Scully had handed away, I struggled to seek out the phrases to correctly honor him, however maybe that’s as a result of he had already taken all the gorgeous phrases.
Nonetheless, I have to borrow two of them:
Michael Lee Manous
April 18, 1958, was the primary time I heard the voice of Vin Scully. Opening day of Main League Baseball in Los Angeles on the Memorial Coliseum. I used to be there and due to the transistor radio and listening to Vin, I turned a fan for all times. Sixty-four years later I nonetheless have that inexperienced radio and the headphones too. Extra importantly l bear in mind the radio announcer that day much more than the gamers on the sphere. RIP, Vinnie … there’ll by no means be anybody such as you.
Upon listening to that Vin Scully handed away, I couldn’t assist however weep. All of us knew at the present time would come, nevertheless it didn’t matter. Vin was the grasp of calling baseball video games, notably my beloved Dodgers.
Rising up in 1960’s and ’70’s, the native children and I might keep out within the heat summer season nights, huddled round my transistor radio, listening to Vin broadcast that night’s Dodger sport. We might be glued to each phrase, imagining the motion that he described as if we have been there, even performing out the sport like we have been the gamers ourselves. When he signed off, there was even a phase on the radio known as “Your Questions and our Answers.” I made a decision as soon as to put in writing in with a query (not remembering what it was) and waited a number of days to see if my query was chosen. It was not, however within the mail just a few weeks later, I acquired a publish card with Vin’s image on the entrance and a handwritten observe on the again, saying “Thank You for Your Interest,” which I nonetheless have right now. For him to put in writing again personally with a small observe, simply confirmed the sort of class and kindness this man personified. Thank You, Vin, for igniting my ardour for baseball and the Dodgers. You’ll at all times be remembered.
Each time I see a batter dump a ball into the outfield for successful, I consider Vin Scully’s favourite line:
“A small thing but mine own.” Vin Scully: The Bard of Baseball.
In 1958, I used to be 7 and residing in Backyard Grove. I bear in mind KFI on the dial of my plug-in radio or my transistor radio. I realized a lot from a voice I solely knew from afar.
Thanks, Vinny. My blessing is all of the great Dodger recollections I can nonetheless cherish.
Vin Scully was undoubtedly with out peer as a sports activities announcer. For these admirers who’re classical music followers he offered us with an additional particular thrill. In the course of the summer season of 2017, the Hollywood Bowl positioned Copland’s “Lincoln Portrait” on its agenda and made the one selection attainable for the narrator by selecting Vin to recite passages from Lincoln’s most transferring speeches. At age 89 he stood erect on the stage in entrance of a sellout crowd of 17,000 and with lovely cadence, his legendary easy voice and completely flawless pronunciation of each single phrase captivated the viewers. May something be extra elegant than the phrases of Abraham Lincoln voiced by Vin Scully?
Warren R. Procci
I felt profound disappointment upon Vin Scully’s passing since a part of me additionally died … ”Kershaw kicks and offers, test swing. Did he? Yep, the umpire stated ‘Ya did,’ strike one…” as a result of he narrated an unfathomable enormity of baseball’s most iconic moments and likewise was the explanation I fell in love with the sport. …”0-1 pitch is swung on, a drive hooking foul down the right-field line and a fine catch by a fan who brought his glove to the ballpark…” and his familiar, melodic voice helped sustain my indefatigable connection to the Dodgers, win or lose, spanning adolescence through adulthood and now, the next generations. … ”Clayton turns on the rubber, here’s the 0-2 pitch. Big, slooow curveball at the knees freezes him. Strike three called!” So I imagine Jackie and Gil and Duke and Pee Wee and Tommy, etc., will be pulling up chairs to spend part of the day with the ultimate Big Dodger in the Sky.
I love the game of baseball, and I owe much of it to Vin Scully. He transcended the game, and he brought the game to life.
I remember walking through Dodger Stadium during games and hearing Vin’ Scully’s voice echoing throughout. Even though the game was being played on the field it simply wasn’t Dodger baseball unless Vin was calling it.
Aside from being the greatest sports broadcaster — not just baseball broadcaster — of all time, he was, perhaps, the classiest and most humble man that ever lived.
How fortunate were we.
My son and I went to S.F. for Vin’s last three games. On the last game we got there really early. Our seats were on the same level as the broadcast booths just 60 feet up the first-base line. Vin was going over stuff with his producer and when he finished I went over along with a few other Dodger fans. When he saw us he got up and waved and smiled that big charming smile. On my way back to our seats when I was right under where he was I shouted “We love you Vin” almost immediately I heard back “We Love you Too”.
We will dearly miss you, Mr. Scully!!
There are a great many of my generation who were blessed with the elegant presence of Vin Scully for the entire 58 years of his time behind the mic in Los Angeles. We literally grew up and grew old together. Though undoubtedly the Picasso of sportscasters, he enriched our lives in so many other ways. Today, we should “consider ourselves the luckiest “ baseball fans on “the face of the earth.” RIP, old friend.
My grandfather was born in 1917 and sadly we lost him in 2000, but Vin always reminded me of him — an old school gentleman, thoughtful with similar mannerisms and even looks. He was a great guy who loved baseball and rarely missed a Dodgers game. Bought all his gas at Unocal 76 so that he could trade in his receipts for tickets and take me to sit in the upper-deck seats at Dodger Stadium for free, even though he was a … don’t say it … Giants fan. I can think back to my childhood and all those nights at my grandparents’ house. Their living room dark with the shutters drawn, dimly lit with the warm glow of a side lamp and Vin’s voice sounding loud and clear over the tiny speaker. It was as much listening to a storyteller tell you a tale as it was the play-by-play of our beloved pastime. Rest in peace, Vin. Gone but never forgotten.
Vin Scully was a master storyteller who happened to find abundant material at the ballpark. He called the game so beautifully that my mother, who was not really a baseball fan, was thoroughly entertained. Vin taught us the value of living in the moment with words, stories and just the right pauses to allow the crowd chatter or roar to fully set the scene. He also conveyed his own genuine optimism and the worthiness of the human spirit in his description of Robinson’s tenacity, Koufax’s elegance, Aaron’s majesty, Mays’ leadership and the territorial dominance of Gibson and Drysdale. Whether an all-time great or a utility player, Vin Scully treated each player as an individual worthy of dignity and respect, never ridicule. He was so much more than the best baseball announcer ever, he was part of our lives and made us better like a beloved teacher. Peace be with you, Mr. Scully.
The word “countless” is usually used to describe something that occurs often but is actually countable. But in looking back at Vin Scully’s most memorable moments, whether it be Kirk’s homer, Sandy’s perfect game, the ’55 title, I quickly realized that this adjective unquestionably applies here. And through these countless moments, he forged a collective treasure-filled memory that will live on for generations. We can never thank Vin enough.
Jin S. Choi
I was blessed. My father, who I never thanked enough, took me to many Dodgers games. A few at the Coliseum and many at the new Dodger Stadium. My expected Dodgers experience never failed me. Seating in our pavilion seats, eating a Dodger Dog that was actually grilled and my trusty little transistor radio at my ear to hear Vinny.
Those were my childhood memories and to this day still are. I made sure to attend Vin’s last game in 2016 with one of my best friends along with my aunt, a huge Dodger fan.
We all teared up hearing his recording of “Wind beneath my Wings.”
Vin Scully letting the fans do the talking with their cheers spoke volumes about him. He may be the GOAT baseball announcer but he was even a greater human being.
He’s the reason I am Dodger fan. Rest in peace, Vinny.
About five years ago, I was in a local grocery store and after a few minutes I saw Vin Scully had just walked in. I said “Hi Vin,” and he responded with, “Well, hello, how are you?” I thanked him for all the years of entertainment and he embarrassingly thanked me. He had just begun to ask a store employee for help as I was taking out my phone, asking if he’d mind taking a quick picture. He said he was just starting to work with the young lady, and I could see from his body language, it was just going to be bad timing. So, I went on my way. About 10 minutes later, I was at the other end of the store and didn’t see him anymore, and figured he had left. Then he came around a corner, made eye contact with me, and said, “I can take that picture now if you’d like.” Shortly thereafter, I was exiting the store as he was bringing his shopping cart back, so we walked back to our cars together, talking a bit about the Dodgers. I said, “You know, I really miss my transistor radio. There were many nights I’d get into bed in the seventh inning listening to you.” He said, “Yes, well, I’ve put a lot of people to sleep over the years.” Ever gracious. Ever self-effacing. Forever the poet laureate of baseball who always made us feel like we were 10 years old again.
There is no joy in Mudville. Mighty Vinny has left us.
San Luis Obispo
Vin Scully was the soundtrack of my youth, and instilled in me my love for the game long before I was ever able to see it in person. Life will feel a bit more hollow with him gone.
I propose that the city of Los Angeles honor Vin Scully with a public holiday on his birthday, Nov. 29.
The theme of this holiday would be to remember Vinny by encouraging people on this day to treat all others with kindness, respect and dignity.
It’s time for … a third statue at Dodger Stadium.
I had the great good fortune and pleasure to visit, one on one, with Vin Scully, once at Dodgertown in Vero Beach and once in a medical building parking lot in Encino. He was exactly as expected, welcoming, warm, gracious. Over generations he brought great pleasure to millions who love baseball and loved to listen to him bring even greater life to it. He was a giant. How fortunate we are to have had him in our lives.
My fondest memories over the years of listening to Dodger games called by Vin Scully were the eloquent, amazing and spontaneous descriptions of events on the field and, equally important, hearing nothing but the roar of the stadium crowd over the radio after a great home run, Vin knowing when to step aside so the crowd could transport us listeners to a moment of pure Dodger joy. You gave me so many years of baseball joy Vin Scully. Rest in peace.
David F. Tilles
I am one of the fortunate ones who listened faithfully to Vinny on my trusty transistor radio while pretending to be asleep as a young teenager. A lifelong love affair with baseball was the result for which I’ve been amply rewarded over the years with the Dodgers as “my team” thanks to Vinny.
Vin Scully was the GOAT behind the mic. His genius was that he wasn’t calling a game, he was telling a story. And talking just to me. He was part of my life for almost my entire life. As my mom faded away, one of the few things we could still enjoy together was listening to his broadcasts. Truly, he was part of our family. And I’m sure I’m just one of millions who feel so personally about him. I feel gut-punched.
“In comes Garvey, in comes Cey!” I can still hear it over the roar of the crowd as the Dodgers clear the bases. Part of the soundtrack of all my summers. “In comes Piazza, in comes Karros” — a new generation, the roar of the crowd and that same familiar voice. “In comes Seager, in comes Turner!”
Tonight, in our sadness, as one voice is silenced, if we listen closely, we can hear a distant, heavenly roar of the crowd as St. Peter proclaims, “In comes Scully!”
On Sunday, March 1, 1992, I used to be within the strategy of flying dwelling from Paris. I had a last-second flight change that despatched me to one of many New York Metropolis airports earlier than connecting to LAX. The aircraft ran late that means we obtained into NYC later than anticipated. I used to be nervously wanting up on the clock, seeing time tick away with the conclusion that I used to be going to overlook my flight again dwelling, once I noticed Vin Scully on the similar baggage space as me. I figured we have been booked on the identical flight again to L.A., so I say to him in a frantic and nervous demeanor how they higher hurry with our baggage or else we’re going to miss our flight to LAX. He nonchalantly tells me our flight has been delayed two hours. After all, he was proper. Right here I used to be 2,500 miles from Dodger Stadium but Vin Scully’s voice put me in the identical relaxed temper and a greater state of mind as if he was at Chavez Ravine.
One among my lasting recollections of Vin Scully was not about baseball, however his annual storytelling of two American navy conflicts.
Every Memorial Day he would recite passages from “On Flanders Fields,” the positioning in Belgium the place a prolonged battle came about throughout WWI and led to the “Remembrance Poppy.” Equally, on June 6 he would recount the epic D-Day touchdown on French soil in WWII that liberated the individuals of Europe from the German military.
The engagingly patriotic Scully helped remind his listeners of the various freedoms we get pleasure from right now.
I bear in mind sitting within the automobile in my dad and mom storage within the 1970’s listening to Vin on the radio when the facility went out. And loving it.
In heaven, they’re saying: “Look who’s coming up!”
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