Can’t say I love the Dodgers, or even my dear colleague TJ Simers, whom I’ve never met, but his column today is worth reading.
Vin Scully is one of the great things about Los Angeles. In a time when most sports announcers sound like insurance salesmen, possessed of a cardboard sense of language, he’s got a depth of vocabulary and imagination that is beautiful to listen to. A great reporter, Mr. Scully. There’s something about his tone of voice, too, particularly at dramatic moments in a game, that just exudes excitement. For guitar players, it’s like listening to a 1950s Fender Telecaster through a pre-CBS Twin Reverb.
Don’t know how he tolerated Ross Porter or Jerry Doggett for so long.
This guy in the photo with him, Roberto Baly, writes a blog when his baby is sleeping titled Vin Scully is my Homeboy, which is very hip. Check it out.
