Ernie Harwell passes away at 92

Just heard the news. I am sure this saddens Claude from dishstore.net as I have heard him and Ernie became friends over the past few years and worked hard together to try saving tiger stadium.

Rip Ernie I know a lot of folks will miss you!
 
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An announcing gem has passed. :(

Ernie will go down as one of the all time great announcers in ANY sport!

RIP Ernie, and condolences to all you Tigers fans who grew up listening to this wonderful man!
 
If there was a Mount Rushmore for legendary baseball announcers, he'd be on there (the other three- Vin Scully, Jack Buck, Harry Caray)

My condolences to his family, friends, the Tiger organization, and the fans who were able to hear him for so many years.
 
:( not only a great voice has left us but a great man. All baseball announcers shoud study Mr. Harwell, no one painted a picture of a game on the radio like he did
 
Ernie and I grew up together .... :)

I listened to him call the Tigers games from when I was very small till the time he left the booth.

I look at him and Vin Scully as being the top two baseball announcer in my lifetime.

There are others that I like as well, but they are the top of the TOP :)

Thanks for the memories Ernie :up
 
RIP. :angel:

An iconic voice and a legend. Not too many legendary announcers left with the passing of Harwell this year and Kalas last year.
 
If there was a Mount Rushmore for legendary baseball announcers, he'd be on there (the other three- Vin Scully, Jack Buck, Harry Caray)

My condolences to his family, friends, the Tiger organization, and the fans who were able to hear him for so many years.
Couldn't agree more. He is definitely right there with the best of them
 
Vin Scully is currently talking about Harwell during the Dodgers game. He is telling a wonderful story about how Harwell was a former Dodger announcer and was the only announcer to ever be traded to a team, the Dodgers.

He is now discussing how he lived a long blessed life with a wonderful wife and family. Vinny talked with Ernie last week and said that Ernie was totally in peace and ready to go. He was very happy, in great spirits, and appreciative of the fact that he lived a very long, happy, and blessed life.

No one is greater at paying tribute to a great man than Vinny.
 
About the only good thing of my year in Detroit was listening to Ernie Harwell. I have always thought he, Jack Buck, and Curt Gowdy were the best of all time in baseball. I am sure everyone here knows his HOF speech but I thought I would post it anyway. I hope this is OK.

Baseball is the President tossing out the first ball of the season and a scrubby schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball. And so is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running home one of his (Babe Ruth's) 714 home runs.
There's a man in Mobile who remembers that Honus Wagner hit a triple in Pittsburgh forty-six years ago. That's baseball. So is the scout reporting that a sixteen year old pitcher in Cheyenne is a coming Walter Johnson. Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered, or booed. And then becomes a statistic.
In baseball democracy shines its clearest. The only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rulebook. Color merely something to distinguish one team's uniform from another.
Baseball is a rookie. His experience no bigger than the lump in his throat as he begins fulfillment of his dream. It's a veteran too, a tired old man of thirty-five hoping that those aching muscles can pull him through another sweltering August and September. Nicknames are baseball, names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.
Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby. The flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an over aged pixie named Rabbit Maranville.
Baseball just a game as simple as a ball and bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion.
Why the fairy tale of Willie Mays making a brilliant World's Series catch. And then dashing off to play stick ball in the street with his teenage pals. That's baseball. So is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying., "I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.”
Baseball is cigar smoke, hot roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, ladies day, "Down in Front", Take Me Out to the Ball Game, and the Star Spangled Banner.
Baseball is a tongue tied kid from Georgia growing up to be an announcer and praising the Lord for showing him the way to Cooperstown. This is a game for America. Still a game for America, this baseball! Thank you.
 
I grew up listnening to Ernie. We didn't have cable, so other than a game a week on OTA it was just radio, and I followed the Tigers since I was 10 or so. I only listened to Ernie for 10 -12 years or so before he retired, but anyone that got to hear him call a game can appreciate how great he truly was.

It's a shame how he went, but when I think about it, he lived to 92, had a great life/family, and had a year plus after learning of his illness. Frankly, I think most of us hope we can make it that long.

My all-time favorite thing about Ernie - the only broadcaster ever to be traded for a player. The Atlana minor league team traded him the Brooklyn Dodgers for a minor league catcher. Ernie loved telling that story.
 
I know exactly how you guys feel. I still miss Bob Murphy's "happy recap" after a Met win.

RIP Mr Harwell, you were a true beacon in your profession.
 

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