I have to create a thread like this every year. Scully is losing his touch but I'll cut him some slack, as he's roughly 1,946 years old in dog years. But Jesus Christ, if you haven't listened to at least 20 Scully games in your life, you've missed out on one of the most beautiful things to ever happen to the sport of baseball. I listened to Buck (could catch Cards games over the radio) growing up and he was fantastic but for my (non) dollar, Vin Scully is the greatest announcer in the history of sports and it's not even close (I love you Costas but even you'd admit you're no Scully). I don't know when Scully might call his last season but doggonnit, it's basically September and if there's a Dodgers game on MLB.tv, you need to lull yourself to sleep with his dulcet tones because he won't be here forever. I can't count how many nights I've dozed off to the sound of his voice articulating a story how Edwin Jackson drew allusions to Sandy Koufax and they both commiserated over their time in DodgerTown. The man isn't rich with story, as that's an disservice to his 60+ years of calling the game. Vin is saturated with story; most you didn't realize you wanted to hear until the story had permeated your brain and moved something in you; something that fires the neurons why we love the sport. So, take some time this September and listen to ol' Vin. You won't witness the best of the man but you'll get enough of a glimpse to make you realize just how good announcing can be with a truly sincere man behind the mic. Vin Scully is one of the rare men who I actively brace myself in preparation of his death because it will so impact me on a fundamental level. Somewhere deep inside me, summers will remain unfulfilled when Scully leaves the earth. He's that good. Or, at least, he was that good. But you can still catch a glimpse of that greatness and I suggest you take a few minutes to hear it because it will be soon be gone. Just now he said "And it's a 4-4 tie! Of course it is, it's the Giants and the Dodgers!" And there isn't even a lick of false suspense or intrigue in that statement. It's the earnest weight of 60 years of historied rivalry and it's a beautiful thing, a fragment of why we're drawn to this sport in the first place.