Showing posts with label Harry Kalas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harry Kalas. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Harry Kalas Calls Springsteen's Grandslam Last Night at the Spectrum

Photo: Ron Ring

As much as we tease Bruce on this site, HHR cofounder Chris Illuminati and I are big fans. (It must be the Jersey in us.)

We attended the Boss' 32nd show at the soon-to-be-defunct Spectrum last night, and were, simply, blown away. You can read CI's recap here.

True fans will tell you there were many memorable moments last night, that featured several songs in which Springsteen dug deep into the playbook for.

One that was totally unexpected was his Thunder Road tribute to recently-departed Philadelphia icon Harry Kalas, that was (even more unexpectedly) preceded by the following Kalas tribute to Springsteen:



Audio from Philly.com via PhillyEDGE.



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Monday, April 13, 2009

Harry Kalas: High Hopes




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1936-2009


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Friday, October 3, 2008

The Stars Were Aligned

Last night, I took in my first MLB postseason game. Needless to say, it was among the most exciting games of my life - for many reasons other than just the outcome.

As a lifelong Phillies fan, I haven't always had much to cheer about. Last night Citizens Bank Park was electric.

Allow me to share some sights, sounds and impressions of the game...

I knew I was in for something special when I was greeted pre-game by this man:

Some questioned the decision to have Mitch Williams throw out the first pitch in Game 1. No such doubt last night as Harry Kalas did the honors for Game 2.

Not all is positive in Philsville, however. Mrs. Werth seems to have lost a step since we last saw her.

Jessica Biel made her pitch for fans to "Stand Up To Cancer."

The drunk businessmen around me (pounding Jack & Cokes) were torn and complexed by her.

As Jessica encourgaed everyone to "Stand up":

(While firmly planted in his seat): "I'm already up, baby."

(When Biel asked for them to take out their cell phones): "Gimme the digits, honey."

(When Biel asked them to text to give a $5 donation to "Stand Up To Cancer"): "$5? Yeah that ain't happening."

Clearly, it would have cost him a half a plastic cup of diluted hard liquor.

A man near us had the Spirit of '80 on his mind (and his back).


Name: Michael Jack Smith
Jacket: 1980
Haircut: 1980
Mustache: 1980
Favorite Ballpark Food: The Schmitter

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Finally, let's get to brass tax. Phillie fans are constantly dogged about their negativity toward the team and its players.

Fittingly, Brett Myers, posterboy for player inconsistency, was the starter last night. With his near-blowup in the top of the first, you could hear fans hanging on to every pitch he made. Collective groans echoed throughout the stadium. There was an undercurrent of "here-we-go-again" resonating.

Myers got out of the inning, and from there went with a one-hitter through the 7th, but it was his ensuing at bats in Game 2 that he will be remembered for down the road.

But the real magic was as much created by the fans as by Myers. In what other city, with 2 outs, the pitcher batting against CC Sabathia in the 2nd inning, would 50K+ strong hang onto every pitch in an at-bat? What other fan base, besides maybe Boston or New York (AL), would understand the nuances of working a count early on a guy pitching on 3-days rest for the 4th start in a row? Again - with 2 outs, and the pitcher pitcher batting, who an inning before was one hit away from being run out of town, would 50k+ scream at the top of their lungs and wave towels in the 2nd inning? In what other city would said pitcher receive a standing ovation as he changed bats after breaking one on a foul ball? (I commented "Wonderboy").

There was as much excitement in 3 Brett Myers at bats as there was after the Victorino grand slam that the first set up.

THAT, readers, and not stories of Santa, Michael Irvin and battery hurling at JD Drew defines the passion of Philadelphia sports fans.

Go to MLB.com and watch the pitch sequences. Better yet, listen to the pitch sequences as pitch-by-pitch the crowd grows more and more excited.

MLB.com: 10/03/2008 Myers' game at the plate

Here's some crappy video I shot with Lights Out Lidge on the mound.

Just so you know that despite my praise for the Phillies fans, that doesn't mean we've gone soft. Despite the game we just witnessed, fans still expect the best out of the players. At the very end of this short one, note the quote, "Don't start this...THROW HIM A STRIKE!"


Sunday, May 25, 2008

CW Philly Wishes Miguel Tejada a Happy 34th

Someone at the CW Philly was looking to provoke a Miguel Tejada walk-out during the Phillies-Astros broadcast as they flashed up a graphic today noting it is Miggy's 34th birthday. You got that? 34. 3-4.

Sarge and Harry didn't even hint at what was on the screen. Not a word. Lucky for them. Hell hath no furry like Tejada scorned.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Can't sleep? Catch a Phillies game.



Two straight nights, Harry K has knocked my ass out. Fine, it's a 10:30 pm start time on the East Coast but I am not a 60-year-old man. My normal bed time is midnight, right after some warm milk and a couple pages of 'Diary of a MILF.'

And it's not just Harry's snail-paced delivery and stepping all over Wheeler's points that's got me nodding off. The man refuses to admit he is wrong. A few weeks ago he kept referring to Reds outfielder Norris Hopper as Dennis Hopper. He is going on and on about the weather, jet lag and Sarges' HGH abusing offspring.

Here is a classic Harry moment from this season. I don't remember all the particulars but here is the jist; Jason Werth comes to bat and his line on the bottom of the screen says he is hitting at .278. A moment later the line flashes for his average with runners in scoring position, which was around .290. Harry is still thinking about the first batting average (.278) and wants to impress everyone with his reading comprehension. He gets out 'Werth hitting at twwoooo.' when he peeks the .290 staring at him. He is lost.

And then dead silence. No 'sorry about that' no 'oh, I meant this.' Wheels is dead silent in fear of an arthiritic backhand slap.

The silence lasted the entire at bat.

I am hoping this is Harry's goodbye tour. One last trip around the country before bowing out and into retirement.

I hope he takes Sarge's hats with him.