Ernie Harwell Is Dead, And That Really Sucks
Posted by Tommie and the Bartender on May 4, 2010 · Leave a Comment
I grew up in Northern Michigan, listening to the southern drawl of one of the greatest baseball announcers ever.
Fishing on the AuSable with my friends…listening to a plastic dial radio at Boy Scout Summer Camp…hunting trips off F-41…wherever I went as a kid, chances are Ernie was calling a game on some station or another.
I didn’t grow up to be a Tigers fan…but just once I would have loved to have been in the stands and snagged a foul ball. Just to see, if by some miracle, he’d really say “…and a little boy from Oscoda just got himself a souvenir!”
Another piece of how cool it was to grow up in Michigan is gone. We really, really cherished Ernie as a State Institution. Rest In Peace, sir.
