We lost a master storyteller--Vin Scully at the age of 94. He was a true word painter, a craftsman of sound sharing the canvas of baseball in front of him. I would listen to him from my childhood Brooklyn Dodgers days until his later years, when it did not matter who was playing. He was the "voice of the Dodgers" for an awe inspiring 67 years, but regardless of the teams, it was just a joy to hear and see how he described the action or inaction he was viewing. He could make an ordinary, every day game, extraordinary. Vin often allowed silence to paint the true picture, and the crowd noise to wash over you, just like he did as a child sliding under the four-legged Philco Console Radio to hear and feel the sound of an announcer and the crowd. It is now the time to end this word salad and let the pure joy of having heard Vin Scully wash over you.
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