Vin Scully was the most important sports figure in my life.
When my family was falling apart, I would listen to Vin under my pillow until I went to sleep.
When I was in boarding school I would do the same. One time I was listening, and the dean came into my room. I tossed the radio under the bed where it got perfect reception and could be heard clearly. Yeah, it got confiscated. I then set up a switch on the door where the radio would turn off when the door was opened, so I could listen to Vin.
If you went to a Dodgers game during the portable radio era, the stadium resonated with his call of the game you were watching. I may or may not have had one beer to many and left one or more radios at the stadium.
I knew this day was coming, but I’m saddened just the same.
I’m a quarter Indian.
Others: You don’t look like your Indian.
My Indian grandmother was fair skinned.
You only know what what you see on tv.
In case you wonder why the death penalty is needed.
Life in prison without the possibility of parole is a lie.
Also, fuck hippies.
