Comments on: RIP Skip Caray http://www.sundriesshack.com/2008/08/04/rip-skip-caray/ Delivering the Best of the New Media Since 2004. Thu, 24 May 2012 15:12:17 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: What Skip Caray Meant to Me at Heard in the Cheap Seatshttp://www.sundriesshack.com/2008/08/04/rip-skip-caray/comment-page-1/#comment-663330 What Skip Caray Meant to Me at Heard in the Cheap Seats Tue, 05 Aug 2008 00:22:56 +0000 http://www.sundriesshack.com/?p=5097#comment-663330 [...] I was reminded again of the power of sports when I learned of the death of long-time and legendary Atlanta Braves announcer, Skip Caray.  I can’t look at Skip or hear him broadcast a game without hearing the legendary call of the [...] [...] I was reminded again of the power of sports when I learned of the death of long-time and legendary Atlanta Braves announcer, Skip Caray.  I can’t look at Skip or hear him broadcast a game without hearing the legendary call of the [...]

]]> By: Chris Iafollahttp://www.sundriesshack.com/2008/08/04/rip-skip-caray/comment-page-1/#comment-663331 Chris Iafolla Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:26:36 +0000 http://www.sundriesshack.com/?p=5097#comment-663331 When someone like Skip Caray passes away, all we can do as mere bystanders is remember what role he played in our lives. Every time I read or hear the words of his famous Sid Bream call I vividly remember watching that game with my Mom. My brother, four years my elder, had gone to bed because the Braves had fallen behind, but my Mom and I stayed up to watch it from my parents bedroom. Even as a 10-year old, I remember thinking the Braves’ fortunes were doomed when a relative unknown came to the plate—Francisco Cabrera. But then the unthinkable happened. Cabrera lined a single to left field and I leapt to my feet on my parents’ bed and plead with the painfully slow Sid Bream to score. More than that, I remember my Mom screaming right alongside me, refusing to go to sleep until I was done watching the game. Of course he did score, and the Braves were on their way to the World Series. But the tear is not about the Braves, it is about the time watching that game with my Mom. Few memories from my childhood stand out as vividly as the one watching the Braves win the 1992 NLCS. That is what Skip Caray meant to me. When someone like Skip Caray passes away, all we can do as mere bystanders is remember what role he played in our lives.

Every time I read or hear the words of his famous Sid Bream call I vividly remember watching that game with my Mom. My brother, four years my elder, had gone to bed because the Braves had fallen behind, but my Mom and I stayed up to watch it from my parents bedroom. Even as a 10-year old, I remember thinking the Braves’ fortunes were doomed when a relative unknown came to the plate—Francisco Cabrera. But then the unthinkable happened. Cabrera lined a single to left field and I leapt to my feet on my parents’ bed and plead with the painfully slow Sid Bream to score. More than that, I remember my Mom screaming right alongside me, refusing to go to sleep until I was done watching the game. Of course he did score, and the Braves were on their way to the World Series. But the tear is not about the Braves, it is about the time watching that game with my Mom.

Few memories from my childhood stand out as vividly as the one watching the Braves win the 1992 NLCS. That is what Skip Caray meant to me.

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