While most know the idiosyncratic broadcast style of the late Harry Caray, I’m here to salute the much more polished, warm style of his son Skip, who died today. Skip was a part of my adolescence, as he was to a lot of folks who are between 35 and 45 who caught a Braves game on TBS (something, by the way, they don’t do anymore — what’s up with that?!).
Though I am an Orioles fan and bleed orange and black (and haven’t had a lot of fun in the last 10 years), I will always remember this play from ’92, when Sid Bream scored the winning run in the NLCS, putting the Braves in the World Series. Here’s Skip’s call: