This is the first time in my 57 years the passing of a media person made me cry. His voice was such a part of the innocence of childhood that never grew old as the radiance of the game seemed to animate in my mind as he rambled on about things I never knew would interest me until I heard him tell the stories in such a calming manner that hours had passed and I realized, I enjoyed every damned minute of it. I'm literally losing my @#$%& right now. Baseball was a part of my connection with my Dad...and listening to VIN with him is too precious to not cherish. Thank you God for making Mr Scully.