The Dave Niehaus I Remember, And Why His Voice Alone Touched Us in a Significant Way

At the point when I was knee-high to a grasshopper in 1954, baseball was THE game in America. It wasn’t really necessary to focus on football as it is currently.

Each child I knew made the corner supermarket proprietor a fortune by purchasing baseball cards. Everything revolved around getting a Mickey Mantle newbie card. In the event that you burned through all of the cash you acquired cutting yards and being a paper transporter and still couldn’t score a Mickey card, you sucked in your stomach and exchanged your next best dozen cards for Mickey.

Everything without a doubt revolved around Mickey, and the gum obviously. There was nothing similar to the air pocket gum in baseball cards. We attempted to develop sufficient biting gum so we could push it out in our cheek, as Nellie Fox, the definite gave second baseman for the Chicago White Sox with the greatest chaw of tobacco in his cheek you at any point saw.

The New York Yankees won 5 sequential World Series from 1949 to 1953, and each child realized that. In the event that you didn’t realize that, you weren’t a child and you didn’t play baseball. In any case, each child in my area played baseball.

We lived on some unacceptable part of town. We played fastball in the road with a back-up catcher, and indeed, we broke a few windows, both in vehicles and houses. I know since I was the catcher.

I took my glasses off so I would not break them. I got without a catcher’s cover since I was unable to manage the cost of one. That could be the reason I took two fastball foul tips, and a dreadful curveball, in the mouth.

I drained like a pig, and my top front teeth seemed as though I had been hit by a ’48 Chevy Coupe in a minor accident. I think I was in shock since I wouldn’t cry; I would get on my bicycle and ride home, giving my helpless mother the fits when she saw me. At the point when I got into coordinated baseball, they gave me a cover.

We thought we were rock solid, and a few of us had the mutilated front teeth to demonstrate it.

Quick forward 20 years when I showed up in Seattle. Initially, there was no ball club. The Seattle Mariners turned up in 1977 as a substitution for the old Seattle Pilots, a one-season wonder in 1969 that turned into the Milwaukee Brewers.

In 1977 the Seattle Mariners were conceived, and that was first experience with Dave Niehaus. Niehaus called the Mariners activity for 34 seasons before his voice as of late went quiet.

Handfuls upon many baseball fans, players, mentors and companions stood by quietly in line to laud the ethics and effect of Dave Niehaus upon their life, and it was totally merited.

On the off chance that you were a baseball fan, you were as near the voice of Dave Niehaus as he was to home plate on game day.

There won’t ever again be another Dave Niehaus. His time and his age has passed and, as he matured, the world changed. The effect of in depth telecasters on the radio has lessened with the appearance of TV, and all the more particularly the Internet, and the innovation that accompanies the Internet.

What’s more that is a dismal reality.

Yet, commending the existence of Dave Niehaus will be a delight for those of us who took on him as our uncle, father or granddad, and loved the association of his voice to our baseball world.

A companion once told me that “Time and recollections are everlasting, recollections come from time… in any case, time from recollections, never.”

Also that is currently the way in which it is with Dave Niehaus – we have magnificent recollections, yet his time is up.

With all that extraordinary that has as of now been said with regards to Dave Niehaus, and every last bit of it is valid, here is my action item:

What I respect and connect with the most with regards to Dave Neihaus was his appreciation.

Two statements by Dave come quickly to mind:

“I love the game, the transmission corner, seeing the precious stone in each ballpark we go to. It’s all I at any point needed to do, and I’ve found the opportunity to do it for quite a while. I’ve partaken in each moment of it. I’m a fortunate man.”

What’s more this expression from his discourse during his enlistment to the Baseball Hall of Fame: