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Ernie Harwell Remembered: The Soundtrack of My Childhood

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Ernie Harwell Remembered: The Soundtrack of My Childhood
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Ernie Harwell's voice was the soundtrack of my childhood.

Growing up as a sports fan in Michigan, how could it not be?

With today's heart-wrenching news that Ernie has passed away, it's time for me to belatedly dig back through the wonderful memories.

I know millions of Tigers fans—okay, millions of people—have great memories of Ernie Harwell.

But I can't speak for them.

I can only share mine.

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I remember counting down the days until the first spring training game of each season.

Winter seemed to get longer every year.

But eventually...finally...mercifully...the Tigers took the field. Spring had sprung.

I flipped the radio on.

And Ernie Harwell's rich voice filled my house again.

Ernie always started each new season with a quotation from Song of Solomon. Something about the voice of the turtle.

Why a turtle? I've never quite been sure. I was just glad spring was back...baseball was back...and Ernie was back.

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I remember what baseball seasons in Michigan were like. I remember sneaking the radio under my pillow one night in September 1990 to listen to the last game of the Tigers' season. Cecil Fielder was trying to get to 50 home runs. No one had hit 50 in my lifetime to date. Cecil was stuck on 49.

Ernie called number 50 that night.

And number 51.

I think my mom found her seven-year-old son listening to the radio that night when he was supposed to be sleeping.

I don't think she cared.

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I remember walking down the road on lazy summer nights to visit my great-grandparents. I always knew when we were close to their house.

Because I could hear Ernie Harwell's voice in the distance.

You see, Grandpa didn't like it when birds got into the garden.

He really, REALLY didn't like it.

So Grandpa came up with a solution that any Tigers fan would be proud of. He planted an AM radio in between the carrots and the tomatoes and used the sound of the baseball game broadcast to keep the pesky birds away.

I don't know if it worked. But I knew two things for sure.

Number one.

Grandpa's was the only garden I ever enjoyed spending time in.

Number two.

If the birds were scared, it was probably the only time Ernie Harwell's voice ever scared anything or anyone...anywhere.

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I remember Ernie's famous calls.

What was better than a called strike three? That helpless Indians player "stood there like the house by the side of the road". My all-time favorite.

Or the foul pop-up that carried into the stands behind first base where "a man from Kalamazoo will take that one home tonight."

A Tigers rally was always more exciting when Ernie called it.

A ninth-inning walk-off blast would send chills down my spine when my favorite announcer joyfully shouted, "Long gone!".

I don't know if I completely have Ernie Harwell to thank for the fact that I'm a lifelong sports fan...

But I know the legendary broadcaster has a lot to do with it.

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remember when the Tigers fired Ernie Harwell.

Nope, no typo. The powers-that-be in Detroit decided Ernie was past his prime. As far as business strategy decisions go, this one had to be right up there with the introduction of "New Coke" and the drafting of Sam Bowie over Michael Jordan.

Simply ludicrous.

I remember a 1991 picture of our local newspaper editor after he asked for opinions on Harwell's unceremonious firing. The poor man was sitting in a chair with hundreds of letters and envelopes strewn all over his body and the entire room.

Nobody wanted Ernie Harwell fired.

Tigers fans everywhere were outraged and heartbroken. One eight-year-old boy in Battle Creek lived an entire baseball season in despondent disbelief.

I still listened to the ballgames in 1992...but it wasn't the same.

Sure, baseball was still entertaining, still fun, still special.

But there was something missing.

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And that's exactly how I feel today. Baseball (and life) is still entertaining, still fun, still special.

But there's something missing. And there always will be.

Rest in peace, Ernie Harwell.

 

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