For those of you who don’t like baseball this won’t mean anything to you. I grew up listening to baseball on the radio. I would fall to sleep at night in Mississippi listening to Jack Buck and Harry Caray. When I moved to Georgia in 1984 I began to listen to Harry’s son Skip Caray broadcast the Braves games. He was a fan’s broadcaster. He had a lot of humor but was always honest and during the dark Braves days of the 1980s we needed both. Skip died last night.
I’ll never forget hearing these words in 1992
A lotta room in right-center, if he hits one there we can dance in the streets. The 2-1. Swung, line drive left field! One run is in! Here comes Bream! Here's the throw to the plate! He is...safe! Braves win! Braves win! Braves win! Braves win!...Braves win! They may have to hospitalize Sid Bream; he's down at the bottom of a huge pile at the plate. They help him to his feet. Frank Cabrera got the game winner! The Atlanta Braves are National League champions again! This crowd is going berserk, listen!
Or My all time favorite Skip call
There’ a chopper to Chipper
I’ll miss you Skip.
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