There are certain moments that really
resonate in a baseball fan’s life – those “Someday I’m going to tell my
grandchildren about this” type of moments.
We don’t just remember being there or seeing it on TV; we remember these
moments so vividly that they felt like they were a part of our own lives.
One of the things that makes these moments
so vivid in our minds is the call that was made by the broadcaster at the
time. The play-by-play, the color
commentary, and the analysis of broadcasters and former players alike. Ask any die-hard baseball fan who won the
1951 World Series, and we won’t just say it was the Giants – we will yell “The
Giants win the pennant! The Giants win
the pennant!” We are quoting Russ
Hodges, who called Bobby Thomson’s “shot heard ‘round the world.” More than seventy years later, Hodges' call
is still one of the most memorable moments in baseball history and certainly
one of the most recognizable moments in sports broadcast history.
Whether it was Bobby Thomson’s home run,
Roberto Clemente’s 3000th hit, or Cal Ripken’s 2131st
consecutive game record in 1995, baseball fans have the video and audio of the
event ingrained in our minds forever. So
many historic moments – Hank Aaron passing Babe Ruth on the all-time home run
list in 1974; Kirk Gibson’s improbable “limp-off” home run; Kirby Puckett’s
World Series homer – these are all moments made unforgettable by the people who
called the games and gave us our own front-row seat to the action. Phil Rizzuto (“Holy cow!”), Vin Scully (“Losing
feels worse than winning feels good”), Harry Caray (“It could be, it might be…
it is! A home run!”), and Al Michaels (“I
tell you what – we’re having an earthquake!”) – their voices are as familiar to us as
those of close friends and relatives.
Locally, I couldn’t ask for better radio
and TV commentators. Dave Jageler and
Charlie Slowes, who do the Nationals’ games on the radio, are very
entertaining. They love giving us the
spelling of uncommon last names, and every time they spell one, someone in the
broadcast booth dings a bell. Corny, but
entertaining (plus how else will you know how to spell Adeiny Hechavarría?). On TV, Bob Carpernter and
his man-child sidekick, F.P. Santangelo, love to comment not only on the game,
but on which fan at the ballpark is eating what, which fan is having trouble
putting on a rain poncho, and who made a major-league catch for a foul ball in
the stands. Bob’s “See…you…LATER!” home
run call and F.P.’s “There goes the no-hitter!” calls are daily occurrences
that Nationals fans are used to and expect.
In fact, the most recent concession stand to open at Nationals Park, a
tater tot and chicken wing bar, is called “See. You. Tater!” inspired by
Carpenter’s home run call and Santangelo always referring to home runs as “taters.”
Then there are the times when you don’t
realize how good your local broadcast crew is until you’re watching or listening
to another game and that team’s crew is terrible. My least favorite broadcast crew has to be the
Gary Thorne/Jim Palmer combination (sorry, Orioles fans!). Thorne’s voice makes me want to vomit – it always
sounds like he has something stuck in his throat and it just won’t come out or
go down. And Palmer, despite being an
excellent pitcher (so good that he’s in the Hall of Fame), is just boring and
way too anecdotal. Jim, we know you
pitched in the 1966 World Series; you don’t have to bring it up during every
game. He’s one of those classic “Back
when I was pitching…” kind of guys.
Super-nice, but should not be behind a microphone. Just because you looked good in underwear
back in the day doesn’t mean you can do good color commentary.
So whether it’s Jack Buck (not his
son Joe – I don’t like him), Chris Berman (“Backbackbackbackback!”) or “Mister
Baseball” himself, Bob Uecker (wait – I don’t like him either!), it is the men
and women behind the microphones (ESPN’s Jessica Mendoza is pretty cool and really knows her baseball,
though I secretly hate her because she has a job I would love) who bring us memorable moments that become indelible and
unforgettable in our baseball-loving minds.
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