I like Harry Kalas. The voice of my childhood wasn't Mr. Rogers or Captain Noah. It wasn't Bugs Bunny or Scooby Doo, either. Nope. None of those. The voice of my childhood was Harry Kalas.
At a very young age, I would sit with my great-grandmother in her room listening to the Phillies on her radio as Harry gave us the play-by-play. When the team was on the west coast and the games were on late, this 10-year-old would sneak little headphones into his bed and listen to Harry's signature home run calls. When I got a little older and would play baseball in the field with friends, every trot around the bases was accompanied by my best Harry Kalas impression.
The Phillies broadcast team as a whole is great, but no one comes close to Harry. So many great memories of past Phillies games have a running soundtrack of classic Harry calls. And now that the Phillies have won the World Series, I can think of no better voice to have called the final out--take a listen (and check out the crazy Chris Wheeler dance)!
Philadelphia born and raised. Penn State educated. Baltimore living. I'm the "glass half full" kind of guy. Even on the worst of days, there's always something I like, something that makes me feel good. That's what I'll be sharing with you. The little (or big) things in my day that I like. Who knows, you might like them, too.
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ReplyDeleteJust like Harry, himself - hahaha!
ReplyDeleteHarry is a LEGEND.
ReplyDeleteSuch a shame.
ReplyDeleteAndy, you wrote a week ago what everyone else is saying now.