I wish I could tell you a story about staying up late with a transistor radio under my pillow to listen to Vin Scully call the Dodgers game late into the night. However, given I was born long after the transistor radio ceased to be in use, I have no such tale. By the time I was in the world, colour TV dominated the media landscape, the use of radios was saved for cars but even then I have no tales of hiding behind the couch in my parent’s living room to catch the final outs. No, despite playing T-Ball since the age of 5, my first stories of Vin Scully don’t begin until the age of Plasma TVs, Laptops and iPads, where MLB.
On Vin Scully and Transcending Borders
