It’s sad to see broadcast icons pass, and Harry Kalas surely is one.
I can’t say I was a huge fan of Harry; I always found his voice intentionally overbearing and nasal; and as a native Mets fan I wasn’t qualified to worship him anyway. But I knew that voice well from my years living in the Delaware Valley and working for a Phillies radio affiliate. I recognized the legend in the making. Kalas achieved the kind of status sports announcers dream about: Fans knew him on a first-name basis.
Another broadcast demigod silenced.
