…Vin Scully did the play-by-play. See, I always knew a simpleton like me could write music. Sure, I stole the tune from Lennon & McCartney, but the Vin Scully line was all me baby…all me.
Scully, like the aforementioned songwriting duo, is in a class by himself. Today, April 18th, marks the 60th anniversary of Scully’s time as the Los Angeles Dodgers broadcaster. It was on this date back in 1950 that Vin joined the famed Red Barber and Connie Desmond in the Dodgers’ radio and television booths to call the Brooklyn Dodgers games. With Barber leaving to call games for the Yankees, and Desmond’s battles with alcoholism, Scully quickly became the primary announcer for the Dodgers.
Some 60 years later and his gameday routine really hasn’t changed.
There he was, as per usual, ready to call the game between the Dodgers and Giants earlier today, taking his spot in the booth, prepared as always, despite the fact that he’s seen and called more baseball than most of us will ever see in three lifetimes. Appropriately enough, Scully’s beloved Dodgers prevailed 2-1 over long-time nemesis, the San Francisco Giants. Listen to Vin Scully call a game between these two clubs, close your eyes, and you can almost imagine you’re back in 1950’s New York, when Snider, Hodges, Reese, and Robinson, the so-called “Boys of Summer,” would square off against the rival Giants, led by Durocher, Mays, Dark and Antonelli. Scully’s voice evokes a time when baseball was pure–before steroids, before gargantuan salaries, before billion dollar stadiums, and before crybaby prima donna athletes–a time when baseball ruled the sports landscape.
If all this praise I’ve heaped on Scully sounds a tad corny and overly sentimental, it’s only because it is. Vin Scully really and truly is one-of-a-kind, and is the rare sports figure that is deserved of such acclaim and recognition in this day and age where we routinely and excessively congratulate athletes and such for doing nothing more than what they’re supposed to do…and that is just ridiculous.
So congratulations to you, Vincent Edward Scully, on one helluva 60 year run.