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http://mlb.fanhouse.com/2010/05/04/broadcaster-ernie-harwell-dead-at-92/

I havent cried like this since my grand father passed away. Its not just the loss of a close friend but the end of an era and the closeing of a chaptor in all of our lives. I recall riding my bike and being able to listen to Ernie all day because every house had the Tigers on and you could hear him from the street. I would go with my dad and we listened to Ernie in the car and then we would stop and go into the hardware store and Ernie is being played in the store. All day I heard uncle Ernie Harwell tell me about life as well as baseball.

The smell of grass, the wind blowing through the trees, the splashing of water at the lake and Ernie Harwell. Thats the sounds of Michigan.

An amazing broadcaster and man. I regret being young and not loving baseball until recently to really get to listen to him. I truly wish i could have heard more of his play by play...

He lived a wonderful life and was so upbeat, even when diagnosed with the tumor. It really does break my heart tonight...but living until 92 and being around the game all your life...I think Ernie got his moneys worth

RIP Mr. Harwell

btw great post Warspite, great post. Ernie really is one of the sounds of Michigan

He was the sound of Saturday 2 hour drives to grandpa's house to me. He was also the sound of going to the game, ringing through the radios of half the people in attendance. His voice echoes through the memories of everyone who lived in Michigan. There was just something hauntingly nostalgic about the way he called games even while he was doing it. Just like ESPN has games they call Instant Classics, his voice was instant nostalgia....Now its turned to actual nostalgia. Entertainment these days is mostly about screaming as loud as you can until you are noticed, but he entertained a generation through respecting everyone and humility. Life well lived, Ernie.

I have a heavy heart right now. My buddy Ernie has passed on and selfishly, I mourn. He'll always remain the voice of summer for eveyrone in Michigan old enough to remember his great playcalling. The sports world lost a great broadcaster, the Harwell family lost a great father/husband.... but we've all lost a dear friend. So Goodbye my friend.... call the big game up there. No one did it better, and no one will ever come close.

I can't say that I've ever grown with Ernie calling games... Actually I've never heard a game called by him ever(something that I regret).. but man this is depressing. RIP