Mark Richardson

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.

Posted at 10:52pm and tagged with: Ernie Harwell,.