vin scully

It was an elegant departure for a good man, ending a long and distinguished career.
I've been in mourning since August 29th of last year. It's been a long, private grieving, knowing the end would be coming soon. And now it's here. This Sunday it's all over. Vin Scully is blessing us with his final broadcast. Ever.
To read the proclamation from the Beverly Hills City Council in honor of "Vin Scully Day in Beverly Hills" and to see the
Scully didn't openly root for the Dodgers. He just knew the Dodgers, and when they did something that made their fans happy
Next season will be his last in the booth.
In case you missed the bulletin, Los Angeles is in the midst of a historic drought. We also have the nation's worst traffic and air pollution, and we're the least affordable city in the Lower 48 for millennials to buy a home.
I am asking if you would do the one sensible thing that may finally put an end to this quagmire. Just pick up the phone, call the Dodgers, and say "Either fix this thing now, or I walk."
Just beyond the Plaque Gallery of luminaries immortalized in bronze lies the Baseball Hall of Fame's library, where I couldn't resist getting an inside look from director Jim Gates, who is in his 20th year overseeing its vast collection.
From the moment I could walk, talk or understand the spoken word, there was only one voice that was in my house, in my parents' cars, even in my ear when I went to camp or snuck a transistor radio into school -- Vin Scully.
By Joe Lucia, Awful Announcing There are few things I enjoy more about baseball than Vin Scully’s commentary. Scully’s bread