Happy 84th birthday Mr. Vin Scully! Thank you for continuing to broadcast Dodger games! I can’t to wait to hear you say “Is Time for Dodger Baseball!” and “Hi everybody & a very pleasant good evening (or good afternoon) to you where ever you may be…”
Love this quote from Bloggingaboutbaseball.com :
“Scully doesn’t announce, he paints. Announcers sway, announcers yell, announcers do play-by-play. Scully uses smooth strokes to create a picture of a game that is unfolding before your eyes. Everything flows seemlessly, and if it won’t, Scully’s not afraid to be silent for a moment.”
Back in 2006 a thread was started in the Dodger forum titled ” Vin Scully’isms”
Here are some of those Vin Scully’isms:
As long as you live keep smiling because it brightens everybody’s day. Vin Scully (one of my favorites!)
Good is not good when better is expected.
Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination.
It’s a mere moment in a man’s life between the All-Star Game and an old timer’s game.
Football is to baseball as blackjack is to bridge. One is the quick jolt. The other the deliberate, slow-paced game of skill, but never was a sport more ideally suited to television than baseball.
The Dodgers are such a .500 team that if there was a way to split a three-game series, they’d find it.
Aaron Cook coming out of the game; the Dodgers hit him with four jabs, two to the left and two to the right side.
Jason takes his lead off second base, Sele’s pitch is a ground ball to Saenz. He looks the runner back. I guess you could say that’s keeping him at Bay. [Player was Jason Bay, of course]
The weather today is so humid that your roll-on would roll off.
That’s the kind of breaking ball you can throw around a corner. Whoa!
Earlier in the year, he had everybody talking. Now that he’s not hitting, he’s talking to himself.
Lugo is so thin that when he wears a black suit he looks like twelve o’clock.
Repko came by way of Pasadena and can’t make the play.
Matt Holiday takes a curve ball and straightens it out…you could’ve watched a movie on that flight.
Six innings are in the books, and so far Greg Maddux is the author.
It’s pretty hard to hit when a pitch looks like a Polaris missile coming up out of the ground.
The amazing Livan [Hernandez], throwing soap bubbles and he gets away with it.
They’re going to have to put an ad in the paper to get a run.
It was a change like a balloon, and Ethier hit it where the string broke.
Prince Fielder has two long home runs, but chop them up and they’re about 90 singles.
Andre Ethier draws the Dodgers even, and calling to the bullpen is Sweet Lou, who is bordering on the vinegar.
Chien-Ming Wang, who was the winning pitcher for the Yankees, was a high school buddy of Hong-Chih Kuo. Hong-Chih Kuo grew up playing with Chin-Hui Tsao, who’s on the D.L. Chin-Hui Tsao became the third player from Taiwan to appear in a game for the Dodgers, joining Hong-Chih Kuo and outfielder Chin-Feng Chen. But don’t ask me to read all that again. I can’t handle it.”
Bud Black is out to argue and to calm down his pitcher. The Dodgers have already stolen his wallet and are working on his watch.
That thing died of exhaustion on the way to short. I mean, you could lose a poodle in that stuff.
Juan Pierre is going steady with the left field pole.
Rowand fought the wall, and the wall won.
To oldtimers during the 2008 Opening Day ceremony: “There are three stages in life — youth, maturity, and ‘you-look-wonderful.’ Gentlemen, may I just say, you look wonderful.
Slow curve– I’m not sure if they had a speed gun or an egg timer on that one.
[Playoffs in 09] “Eighth inning, a 1-1 tie, 56,000 fans on their feet, and the deuces are as wild as they ever will be!
This is a heck of a time for me to be reading this one. The Dodgers invite you to hit, throw, run and swing for the fences–in other words, all the things the Dodgers are not doing tonight.