“I began listening to the Dodgers and announcer Vin Scully on a transistor radio when I was nine years old,” I recalled in 2015.
“At night, I’d listen to the game while I was supposed to be sleeping. Sometimes I’d doze off, and my dad would come into my room to turn off the radio. It was a nightly routine — for both of us.”
When I worked at The Chronicle, I met Vin at Pac Bell Park when he was announcing a Dodger-Giant game.
I had a press pass, and I walked right into the announcer’s booth to shake his hand. He was startled but gracious.
RIP, Vin, the voice of the Dodgers. Thanks for a lifetime of memories.