This is a very big deal in the City of Bodily Harm and fans of the game everywhere.
I’m talking about fans who love to hear a game on radio as much or as more as they watch on teevee. Fans who spend years — decades — tuned to nuance and silence, and can gauge the game from the space between the sounds as well as the spoken words. We’re a dying breed, and we just lost a Leader.
Harry Kalas was the second half of the greatest, most knowledgeable and entertaining baseball broadcasting duo ever to call a game. In a venomous town of cranks and cynics, Kalas and Richie Ashburn couldn’t come up with a handful of enemies between them. Wherever their voices carried, conveying news of the game, events of the day, and issues of essence; from the Jersey shore to the backwoods of the Commonwealth, these two ambassadors of baseball were beloved and respected. No easy thing.
Harry the K’s death ends an era on a poetic high note: his team, the Phillies, are defending World Champions, and he died in the broadcast booth prior to the game.
This 2009 Season is dedicated to you, Harry. We’ll never forget you. Thanks for everything.
Now let’s fucking play some ball.