Remembering Ernie Harwell
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…Former longtime Detroit Tigers broadcaster Ernie Harwell passed away on Tuesday night at the age of 92 after a nearly yearlong bout with cancer. Just eight months ago, Harwell revealed publicly that he had a cancerous tumor in the area of his bile duct and that he had been given only a few months to live. He said at the time, “I’m ready to face what comes. Whether it’s a long time or a short time is all right with me because it’s up to my Lord and savior.”
Harwell was able to give Tigers fans a farewell address just two weeks after the announcement, a video that I’m sure is even more difficult to watch this morning for the fans who welcomed Harwell into their lives seven months out of the year.
I grew up in Chicago and wasn’t able to spend my baseball summers listening to the broadcasting legend every day. However, as a sport-obsessed child, I looked forward to the nights when White Sox games ended early because I owned a radio that could pick up signals from Midwestern baseball towns quite strongly. Thus, I spent many summer nights growing up falling asleep to random games involving the St. Louis Cardinals, Cincinnati Reds, Milwaukee Brewers, Cleveland Indians and Detroit Tigers.
Harwell’s voice was unmistakable, no matter how fuzzy the signal was coming through the dial.
As I grew a little older, I realized how big of a legend Harwell really was. I wish I could have heard him call games in his prime, but I’m just glad I was able to listen to him at all. With Harry Kalas’ passing last season and now Harwell’s, it just reaffirms that baseball broadcasts — and the game of baseball — will never be the same.
I wish we could go back to the days when we listened to games while hanging out in the garage, mowing the lawn or playing a game of Strat-O-Matic. I hope there are young baseball fans across the country that sneak earphones into their beds with them to catch the late innings of their favorite team’s game. But I’m not na