A Master of His Craft (Getting Close to Signing Off)

I hate to post so much on the blog today, but I could not resist. I had the great pleasure tonight of hearing Vin Scully telecast a Dodger game from LA, as he has been doing since his Brooklyn days starting in 1950. 

His sweet dulcet-toned broadcasting voice, his uncanny storytelling-descriptions of every day details of the beauty of the game of baseball, and his respectful appreciation of the talents of the humans who play the game (no matter which team they are on), are a rare treat. He is such a skilled artisan, yet he never forgets his own weaknesses as he describes in a self-deprecating way, his struggles with the modern-day apps, tweets, and hashtags of today's social media in a year, when he expects "to ride off into the sunset." Yes, sadly, it is destined to be his last year broadcasting, but what a wonderful treasure to stop time and catch him still smoothly handling an ordinary game that he made sound like "a thing of beauty, a joy forever." He has not lost a step in his 66 or more years of broadcasting, He only keeps getting better.