Late summer nights listening to the Cards games on the west coast with the radio on the pillow so that my parents wouldn't hear it. God how I miss Jack Buck.
Hey everybody, Harry Caray here! Well, as you know, 1997 was quite a year! A lot of things happened: some good, some bad. Mother Teresa died. That wasn't good. Unless you hated Mother Teresa. I, myself, was not a fan of hers, don't ask why! We were like oil and water; we didn't mix. In the world of sports, Mike Tyson bit a man's ear off. I don't know what all the hoopla was about. I've actually bit a man's ear off on several occasions! And I'm not proud of it, but it helped me out of many a jam! In Scotland, they cloned a sheep, which a lot of people thought was fun....Hey, what if...hey!...Hey! If I was a scientist, you know what I would clone? Hot dogs!
Hey Everybody! Take a moment today to remember one of the greats. You didn't have to be a Cubs fan to love Harry. He was an institution unto himself. Godspeed old friend.
I agree with all the sentiments. I have never had any particular interest in the Cubs, but flipping over to WGN and catching a few minutes of Caray's weird voice and style, and if I was lucky, getting to see him lean out the window and lead the 7th inning stretch, were little pleasures of mine. The funniest commercial I have ever seen had Caray in it (the real one, not the Ferrel version) talking about the 24 hour bug that was going around, as each one of the dates and times of the Cubs day games flashed on the screen. Weird to think he has been gone already for 10 years.
Ten years? Holy Cow!
"It could be...it might be...and he pops out to the shortstop." My favorite Harryism was not them name-mangling (which was entertaining), but how he always dropped the "s" off of the end of a team name. It was always the Cub vs. the Met or the Cardinal or Dodger or what have you. Funny. Him and Stoney made for a good pair in the booth and it still pains me to not hear Stoney's voice on WGN. Stupid Cubs.
Would love to hear Harry pronounce Fukudome's name spelled backwards.
Back in the day, Harry was the only thing worth watching (and listening to) on WGN. Holy Cow!
Len and Bob aren't too bad, but I always felt like when I watched a Cubs game with Harry and Stoney I was tremendously entertained and probably learned something insightful about the game.
"The Cardinals are coming tra la, la la" - that was the last phrase Harry Caray had generated in St. Louis which he would sing following a Cardinals win during a period where they were making a surge. Caray was suddenly fired for no apparent reason and the following day he appeared in the newspaper with a can of Schlitz. Later it surfaced that Harry Caray had an affair with Busch's daughter-in-law and as soon as Busch found out Caray was gone. Jack Buck did not seem upset about Caray's termination since it elevated him from #2 to #1. The Caray-Buck broadcast team was outstanding and I doubt whether there has ever been one that has been any better.
