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.