This is the 4th or 5th site I've been to that has made me tear up. This man is a legend in this town. Phillies games will NEVER be the same for me. I'm so happy he got to see us win a World Series before going up to heaven.
I still remember where I was when I learned he had died. I was in class and I left because had to call my brother because I didn't believe it to be true. Needless to say, I didn't go back to class, I couldn't. I just walked around for a half hour thinking about how much I'd miss him. He was a truly genuine guy and he had a PERFECT voice.
I remember the day last year, I caught the post here that he had collapsed. I was unemployed and home and bored. Later I found he passed on. The last year has shown how impossible it is to replace him.
RIP Harry, and thanks. Got another NL title while you were watching down on them. Keep up the support.
I remember being so amped up to watch some Phils action in the afternoon that day. I turned the tube on and got the news. I too didn't believe it. I called my dad and he told me he heard it as well. Man, was I taken back. I've been listening to HK since I was a little kid.
I was driving home from my class in college, cant remember which one, but I was listening to WMMR, and Pierre Robert, a guy who knows nothing about baseball or sports, for that matter, broke the news that he had passed away. I was 2 minutes from my house and I just couldnt believe it. It was just so unexpected.
That reaction that Michael Barkann had was truly emotional and I felt such sorrow and remorse for him and the entire Phillies team.
It really is terrible that he isn't here with us anymore, but I have never been so happy for someone to witness a Phillies championship than Harry. Was glad he got to see AND call the championship win.
Its one of those events ill always remeber where I was, at home, watching CSN awaiting the Phils-Nats game when news broke Harry had collapsed and was going to the hospital, and then died. Followed the entire story from the second it broke until Shane Victorino hit that home run and pointed to the press box. At which point I left and went to the ball field with a bucket of baseballs and threw them at the backstop for hours. The voice of summer had just died, the voice of my youth, my future children would never experiance.
He was just a broadcaster right? No. He was our voice. For decades, a voice of summer, for millions of Philadelphians, young and old. Many summer afternoons and evenings Harry spoke to me, and others painting the picture of a ballgame, that I'd close my eyes and dream of playing, dreams of me hitting a long drive, outta here, with that deep soothing voice calling my every move. That voice was silenced one year ago today, silenced in the present but not in our hearts. Harry Kalas may you be resting in peace.
I still remember when I found out, I was in class, on a computer streaming the game instead of following the online notes. I said "oh ****" audibly enough for a few people to look over and wonder what could possibly be alarming about our notes to put that look on my face...