If you grew up in Michigan in a family that cares about sports, Ernie Harwell’s voice counts as music. I was talking and emailing with friends today and we remembered how any time you were outside doing yard work or sitting on a porch or throwing a ball around, the Tigers game would be on somewhere, coming through a transistor radio. His play-by-play was very much part of the atmosphere. I liked listening to the Tigers on the radio, but it was more that Ernie Harwell was just there, like the sound of the furnace in the basement or something. RIP.
