I’ve spent the last three nights watching the Phillies on my iPad [article on how to do this coming, I swear] so I could listen to Vin Scully and his soothing tone as opposed to Tom McCarthy and his seeming need to beat you over the head with his awkward dorkiness. It’s been… glorious. Scully is tremendous. He just calls the game the way it should be called. He tells you what’s happening, injects commentary where needed and, yeah, has some old-world baseball views. But he never breathlessly jams his presence down your throat. I haven’t made it through a full game yet, however. I’m so used to being on edge during Phillies broadcasts with McCarthy shouting at me that Scully is like a relaxing serum that has the same effect on me as a warm blanket and brisk belly rub has on a nervous dog. I’m out by the fourth inning, slobbering all over myself.
Anyway, I stayed awake last night long enough to hear Scully’s excellent aside about how Cole and Heidi Hamels met:
He married a cover girl. She was called the “survivor Amazon.” I lose it at that line every time.
GU– geographically unacceptable.