As Lance McAllister pointed out recently, our time with Marty Brennaman behind the mic is dwindling inning by inning. That’s good and welcome news for some, and I understand the contrariness. But I’m having trouble imagining the game without him, probably because I do a lot of listening without really listening. It’s nice to have him there, and I’m dreading not having him there.
Which is why it would also be nice to resurrect the idiocy of the fact that Great American Ball Park is missing something. In large light-up letters rounding third base and heading for home, “ROUNDING THIRD AND HEADING FOR HOME” greets the visitor and the welcomes homecomer.