I always feared this day would come.
That’s not just 50 seconds of baseball radio announcing, that’s vindication for everyone who lived in the Northwest from 1977 to 1994 and followed the local baseball team despite its historic ineptitude. Dave Niehaus was the man who made people think that following a bunch of deservedly unknown guys play through summer after summer of terrible baseball was, in fact, a good idea. The promised land was always just around the corner.
It might still be, but we’re down a guy who could say so and make you believe it.
PS, I guess it’s probably a good thing if some guy you don’t know dies of a heart attack at age 75 and it’s the worst news you’ve had in a long time. But still.