I've lost a piece of my childhood today. Harry Kalas, longtime Phillies broadcaster, passed away at the age of 73.
As a 25-year-old Phils fan, I didn't have many great baseball memories prior to 2007 and with the exception of the '93 season. But Harry was the one constant. No matter how many losses, Harry's voice always made it better. It is irreplaceable. For me, it represents the voice of summer and the nights when I could stay up late as a child and watch all nine innings.
It sounds corny but perhaps Harry's passing today was the reason the Phils were able to pull through last year and win the World Series. Someone up there knew it would be his last October on Earth and rallied the team to a championship. It is only fitting that Harry went out a world champion. He will be missed. My summers will never be the same.
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