There was a lot of sweetness in Vin Scully's life
The incredible Dodgers telecaster, who kicked the bucket Tuesday at
age 94, was the best speaker ever. He was a state-of-the-art
Socrates, just over-worshipped, a monster of all time and our dearest companion.
I called the phone number from my residence in Los Angeles and
felt my body tremble a bit with discomfort. It was only fourteen days
earlier on the morning of the All-Star Game at Dodger Stadium.
Every other telephone discussion with Vin Scully was like opening a
money box. I rejoiced at every revelation. Tales would pour out like a
fountain of gold coins. Fate was not based on whether Vin was the
best telecaster ever, but since Vin re-established your faith in the
human race. He was an expressive and clever update that we are
most grounded in with humility and compassion.
For example, in April, I invited Vin as the Dodger telecaster to
commemorate the 72nd of his most memorable game. He got the story.
"I remember being so active in light of the fact that it was Opening
Day and Don Newcomb was pitching," Scully said. "Wear and I were
old friends. It was in Shibe Park, Philadelphia. I would get the central
innings of the game to communicate. I thought, This is perfect. I'm
communicating with the Dodgers, and my partner is pitching In fact ,
wouldn't you know it. The outfit was removed from the game in
successive innings. He was gone before I was on air."
He laughed at the memory as if it was only yesterday.