I've always wanted to see a movie where Scully played the Voice of God. He's one of the good memories from childhood. Not much time left to enjoy him, but enjoy him we will. Go Dodgers -- next year!

You can listen to the Scully calling the ninth inning of a Koufax perfect game
Here

There's also this recent Washington Post article

The call is exquisite. Note that he states the time at a couple points. I don't know that I've ever heard that otherwise in the call of a sporting event.

So Harvey Kuenn is batting for Bob Hendley. The time on the scoreboard is 9:44. The date, September the 9th, 1965, and Koufax working on veteran Harvey Kuenn. Sandy into his windup and the pitch, a fastball for a strike! He has struck out, by the way, five consecutive batters, and that's gone unnoticed. Sandy ready and the strike 1 pitch: very high, and he lost his hat. He really forced that one. That's only the second time tonight where I have had the feeling that Sandy threw instead of pitched, trying to get that little extra, and that time he tried so hard his hat fell off -- he took an extremely long stride to the plate -- and Torborg had to go up to get it.

One and 1 to Harvey Kuenn. Now he's ready: fastball, high, ball 2. You can't blame a man for pushing just a little bit now. Sandy backs off, mops his forehead, runs his left index finger along his forehead, dries it off on his left pants leg. All the while Kuenn just waiting. Now Sandy looks in. Into his windup and the 2-1 pitch to Kuenn: swung on and missed, strike 2!

It is 9:46 p.m.

Two and 2 to Harvey Kuenn, one strike away. Sandy into his windup, here's the pitch:

Swung on and missed, a perfect game!

(38 seconds of cheering.)

On the scoreboard in right field it is 9:46 p.m. in the City of the Angels, Los Angeles, California. And a crowd of 29,139 just sitting in to see the only pitcher in baseball history to hurl four no-hit, no-run games. He has done it four straight years, and now he caps it: On his fourth no-hitter he made it a perfect game. And Sandy Koufax, whose name will always remind you of strikeouts, did it with a flurry. He struck out the last six consecutive batters. So when he wrote his name in capital letters in the record books, that "K" stands out even more than the O-U-F-A-X.

http://www.salon.com/people/feature/1999/10/12/scully_koufax/index.html

2 memories of listening to Scully during the 15 years I lived in LA:

-- One of Vin's great talents is telling a long story over the course of an inning or 2, without interfering with his call of the game. One of my favorites has him explaining that as a young boy growing up in NY he had a terrible stutter. His mother took him to a doctor (named Goldberg or Silverman or somthing similar) and the Dr. said the problem was caused by the nuns at Vin's school hitting him on the knuckles with a ruler for writing with his left hand. Mrs. Scully didn't know what to tell the Mother Superior, but she wanted the beatings to stop. So the Doctor told her to tell the nuns that he, the Doctor, said that if little Vin was lefthanded, it must be G-d's will, and that they should leave him alone. Mrs. Scully passes on the message and the beatings stop because, as Vin finishes the story, with a smile in his voice: "The only thing that impressed the nuns of St. Ignatius respected more than the word of G-d was the word of a Jewish doctor."

-- Scully's long-time broadcast partner Don Drysdale once reported that Darryl Strawberry was "day to day." Vin responded: "Aren't we all, Don...aren't we all?"

I must be a real churl(of course you are, you read Bro Ju every day) but I dislike Vin intensely. I only heard him on the old NBC network telecasts and maybe he is better on radio, but I am pretty sure that his only mode of comment was comparing the player on the field to Drydale or Koufax.

Posted by: Robert Schwartz at August 30, 2005 2:23 AM