oldtimefamilybaseball:

I’m In Love With Vin Scully: A Poem

I’m in love with Vin Scully
Yes, this is true
I love him more than trees,
sunshine, and brand new tennis shoes

I’m in lust with Vin Scully
And his gravely voice
When I turn on my TV
I want to rejoice

I’m in ‘like’ with Vin Scully
I can’t get enough
From the first inning on
Charlie Steiner’s too rough

I’m infatuated with Scully
at Chavez Ravine
Uggla means Owl
Listening’s a dream

So, my dear Scully
Don’t ever retire
For if you did
I’d drive a Greyhound bus off a bridge.

(image via Vin Scully is My Homeboy)

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We’re Phillies fans but it’s impossible to live in Los Angeles and not feel intensely protective of Vin. One time Dadbro and I started to talk about what kind of memorial(s) the city might plan when he dies and we both got choked up and had to leave the room.