Ernie Harwell, Voice of the Tigers and True Baseball Legend, Passes

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Less than a year after making the tender speech below in front of thousands of Tigers fans and millions of baseball fans across America, legendary broadcaster Ernie Harwell died Tuesday at home at the age of 92. Please re-watch the video below if you've seen it before; if it's your first time, get a hankie ready.


Harwell had a charming, distinct Southern voice that could convert anyone into a Tigers supporter, he was a songwriter and a poet, he was an author and spun some of the most memorable imagery to the radio listener. But our mere tribute cannot even begin to honor the man; you must now go to the Detroit blog Roar of the Tigers to see the great tribute that Samara Pearlstein illustrated in honor of Ernie.

Finally, here is a passage from the Song of Solomon, from which both Ernie Harwell and "Peanuts" cartoonist Charles Schulz loved to quote when the beginning of the baseball season rolled around every year:

My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land;

Farewell, Ernie. You will be missed.


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5 Comments

Samara does amazing work and I'm glad you linked that here, Rob.

It got more than a little dusty in my house last night. The man was the sound of summer to multiple generations of baseball fans. Between our two stints living in Michigan, I probably only got to listen to Ernie for about 10 seasons total and man do I ever feel robbed of the decade I missed while we were living back down South.


I never really got to experience Ernie Harwell, living in Western New York. However, I got a small hint of what I missed one night last postseason. I was driving home from my weekly open mic, listening to whatever baseball game was being broadcast on ESPN radio. A batter struck out looking, and Jon Miller used one of his calls, acknowledging him in the process: "He's out for excessive window shopping."

RIP Ernie

They certainly don't make 'em like that anymore.
RIP, Legend.

/Is there anyway we can make sure Vin Scully NEVER, EVER dies?

The saddest effect of the passing of broadcast greats is the realization that there truly isn't another guy waiting to fill their shoes. As the broadcast landscape changes, the chances are slim that we will see one man - a talented one, much less - call games for one team for 30 or 40 years.

Nick, two words for you: John. Sterling.

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