Vin Scully: Heart of Gold #1

One of the most endearing things about Vin has always been his caring nature. What I like, is that with each tale he tells us, a little more of the guy's soft side is revealed. Who really ever knows though? I wouldn't be that surprised if Scully was a secret psycho or some kind of closet-freak...but in all honesty, that would probably just make him cooler to me.



Example of Vin's caring nature:

Tonight, during the the first game of the Freeway Series, Vin tells a story of how players come to the Major Leagues from all these different social backgrounds. Then he transitions that into how as a kid, Torii Hunter grew up in Pine Bluff, Arkansas, in a crime-infested neighborhood, where he apparently, had to sometimes go door-to-door asking for food for his hungry family. And right there, you hear Vin's voice quiver with what are presumably his thoughts on that little boy Hunter.

THAT quiver in our broadcaster's voice, is one of the reasons why Vin Scully's heart of gold RULES!




P.S. That Angel bastard robbed us tonight!

Namesake Reverence

My eight-year-old fingers always burned as I tried to flip the tortillas on the open fire. I can never remember much about those days, or that old stove except that its flame was not a faint one. It didn’t matter - somehow I knew that I was proving myself to my dad, and that’s what mattered. There was a comfortable chair next to our little kitchen that I think he liked to enjoy his Dodger games from; and from where his blue-blooded passion did indeed precipitate mine.

Through stolen glances and my crispy-digit pain, I always saw him watching me though, and not his team, as I pridefully made my snacks without asking for help once. Among the green grasses and bats cracking on the tv screens of that fleeting time, was a feeling of protection and nascent camaraderie with my father. That is the first season of baseball that I can truly remember, and that is also the last year I really had with my Dad.

Housed in the memories between my father and I, a precious few moments like this are still carried with me. Lingering within that background not too far, always the Dodgers, and always personified through the love, tender care, and incomparable talents of a Mr. Vincent Edward Scully. There aren’t enough words…