Bullshit.

After Larry Munson and my own family members (sometimes even in that order), the most recognizable voice from my early years was probably Skip Caray. He started in the radio sports biz with his more-famous father Harry broadcasting Missouri games, got the gig working with the St. Louis Hawks, and followed them to Atlanta in 1968. In 1976, he took over the radio broadcasts for the Braves, and went national with the advent of WTBS becoming a superstation. And he kept up with that gig, even lately in a reduced role, until Sunday, when he died in his sleep.

Shit.

If you're a baseball fan, then I recommend taking in the next game out in the back yard, over the miracle of Radio-Waves, with a cold beer, and an appreciation for the people who bring these things to life. Thanks, Skip.