I grew up listening to baseball on the radio. Those familiar voices of Vin Scully and Jerry Doggett were an integral part of my summers. In those days we saw maybe a half dozen games on television. Certainly no more than ten or so. It was via the radio that I learned about baseball and learned to love the game.
These days Terry and I can watch the Angels on television, but our provider does not offer the channel that carries the Dodgers. (That’s a long-standing issue and sore point here in Southern California.) We don’t like to watch TV in the evenings anyway. When we are sitting with our feet up we like to listen to jazz.
I do, however, have the MLB At Bat app on both my iPhone and my iPad, and I have my iPad in front of me each evening after I have read the paper. That means that I can check the score of Dodger game at any time. If it’s getting close to the end of the game and the Dodgers are leading sometimes we’ll turn off the music and I’ll pull up the game on At Bat. We will listen to Charlie Steiner along with Rick Monday call the last couple of innings.
Just like listening to baseball on the radio.
I have written about the limited number of households that are able to see the Dodgers on television. And I have written about how we could have chosen the provider that offers the Dodgers, but we didn’t, for a variety of reasons.
I have therefore not been able to listen to Dodger broadcaster Joe Davis. Joe did the majority of road games for the Dodgers on television last year. This year he will be doing the majority of games, period on TV. This due, of course, to the retirement of Vin Scully. Charter Communications, operating under the Spectrum brand, broadcasts the Dodger games and owns the distribution rights. They decided to allow KTLA channel 5 to broadcast ten games in April and May, mostly to convince viewers to drop their provider and switch to Spectrum. So I got hear Joe Davis a few times during the past week.
I agree with Los Angeles Times baseball writer Bill Shaikin who stated, “Davis delivers a clean broadcast.” True, as far as it goes. But Shaikin goes on to write:
And yet, we couldn’t help thinking there was something generic about it all. Scully was the last master of the one-man booth. He talked to us, not to a broadcast partner, regaling us with stories of ice skating with Jackie Robinson, and the history of beards, and did you know that Uggla was Swedish for owl?
Absolutely. Davis is not Scully. He shouldn’t and he won’t try to be. As Shaikin pointed out, Davis works will with color commentator and Dodger pitching great Orel Hershiser. But the two have very similar voices, and it was sometimes hard to tell who was talking, although if it was a game call it was obviously Davis.
Shaikin wrote, “The Dodgers broadcast sounded good Monday, and at the same time it sounded just like that of every other team.” Exactly. (Except for the Giants. They have Jon Miller on the radio and Duane Kuiper and Mike Krukow on television.)
Terry and I will be fine without the Dodgers on TV. We can listen to Charlie Steiner and Rick Monday on the radio, and I personally think that they are the more enjoyable team to listen to.
That will work.
The 2017 baseball season opened yesterday and I am delighted. The Dodgers opened their season at home this afternoon and the Angels are opening this evening on the road against Oakland.
The Dodgers have a strong starting rotation and a good bullpen. They seem to have improved their ability to hit left-handed pitching. We shall see. The Angels had a pretty good spring, and we can hope that it translates into a better regular season than the past couple.
Both teams have very likeable managers whom you want to support. Dave Roberts is in his second year with the Dodgers and Mike Soscia has been with the Angels for a very long time. He managed the 2002 team that beat my San Francisco Giants in Dusty Baker’s last year managing that team. But that’s another story entirely.
The point is: it is spring. It is April. We have baseball. And whatever is happening in Washington can be forgotten temporarily while we enjoy following the Dodgers and the Angels.
That’s all good.
The pitchers and catchers for the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim reported today. Pitchers and catchers for the Dodgers report tomorrow. The Super Bowl is over and we can start thinking about baseball.
The Angels have a limited budget, and they did not even try to sign their former pitching ace, Jared Weaver. Are you kidding? Perhaps he was past his prime, but he was still solid in 2016. It’s not like he got a lot of run support.
The Dodgers have pitching galore, but have made only a few moves to improve their performance against left-handed pitching. The television situation is unchanged and Terry and I are unlikely to be able to see the Dodgers on TV this season.
But it’s baseball. It’s spring training. The Dodgers play their first spring training game on 25 February. The Angels first game is the same day.
Baseball being back atones for a multitude of unpleasantries on the national political stage, even if I am slightly irked with our local teams. It’s still baseball and they’re still my teams.
I can’t let the occasion of Vin Scully’s final game yesterday go by without taking time to think about how much Vin has meant to me.
The Dodgers arrived in Los Angeles in 1958. I was four at the start of the season and five when that first west coast season ended. My dad began listening to games right away, so I learned baseball from the youngest age. Here in Hemet we are about ninety miles from Los Angeles, but the games in those days were broadcast of KFI which was then a “fifty thousand watt clear channel station,” so we had no problems getting the games day or night. Even when we spent three years in Barstow, out in the high desert of San Bernardino county, the games came in clearly.
There were so many intense, exciting games. The one I most remember, however, was Vin’s call of the Sandy Koufax perfect game. That was September 9, 1965. I remember that evening well. The entire family was at home in our living room. The television was off and the radio was on. I remember the tension build as Vin Scully’s play-by-play made clear that something special was happening. I remember Vin noting the time on the scoreboard clock. I remember the excitement when the game ended. I think we were all holding our breath in the living room.
I spent many years away from Southern California and the Dodgers. And in spite having spent a number of years as a Giants fan during my Bay Area days (that’s another story) I migrated back to the Dodgers when we came back here in May of 2015.
Vin had reduced his workload to (mostly) just home games, and a dispute over fees meant that more than half of Southern California television viewers could not see or hear Vin, except for the first three innings which were simulcast on radio. Fortunately an arrangement allowed the local station KTLA channel 5 to carry Vin’s last six games. That was a delight.
We will miss you, Vin. Enjoy your retirement.
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I miss baseball broadcaster Lon Simmons. He retired some years ago and died in April 2015.
For many years he was the partner of Giants broadcaster Ross Hodges. In the years I knew him he was partner to Oakland Athletics broadcaster Bill King. Sadly, a new ownership group failed to renew his contract. In the last few years of his career he was a part-time broadcaster for the Giants again. He retired when he realized he was no longer quick enough to keep up with the play-by-play.
What I loved most about him was his dry wit:
“If you’re keeping score, that was a 6-4-3 double play. Even if you’re not keeping score that was a 6-4-3 double play.”
I loved Lon Simmons.
Earlier this summer I was watching a baseball game. I don’t remember who the teams were. They weren’t either of my local teams. The game was not terribly exciting and I noticed two attractive young women sitting behind home plate. They were just two or three rows back. These were certainly ultra-expensive seats – the ones where servers come and take your order for gourmet snacks.
In any case, these two women where talking to each other and seemingly not paying attention to the game at all. I could only see them when a left-handed batter was at the plate, but I became fascinated. When one of the women left her seat for a while, the other woman seemed to be looking at her smart phone rather than watching the game. When the first woman returned they resumed their conversation.
Obviously these ladies were not baseball fans. I am guessing that their tickets must have been gifts from a season ticket holder who couldn’t make that particular game.
They were definitely a distraction from the game, but an interesting insight into human nature.