2011–The 75th Anniversary of GWTW, the book, based in part on writings from the Mitchell family scrapbook, shown above.
For The Love Of Baseball
The sounds of summer, the voices so dear,
Those good old-time broadcasters we love to hear.
The nostalgia and baseball purists and the like
Love listening to Mike Shannon and Vin Scully at the mike.
Bob Costas, Dick Stockton, Joe Buck, and Jon Miller
Whether national or local, they can broadcast a thriller.
The fans love their hot dogs and their drinks by the gallon,
I don’t know about you, but I miss Mel Allen.
When we lose a legend it makes us sad,
We get to thinking of all the fun we’ve had.
Baseball has always been there in some fashion
The game is so pure; it’s so full of passion.
The greatness of the old-timers, we just can’t measure,
As we pause and reflect on it, we know they’re a treasure.
Do our kids even know what a transistor was?
And how we hid one under our pillow just because
The ballgame was coming on in just a while,
So we dodged the static on the radio dial.
Television is great, but I’d like to go back
Satellite’s nice, but I miss Jack.
Jack Buck was a legend, he was not afraid to cry.
His words were like gold, he was a heck of a guy.
Lindsey Nelson, Red Barber, Bob Prince, and Curt Gowdy
These were the broadcasters who could make the crowd rowdy.
Brickhouse and Coleman, we know them by name
These guys were so much a part of the game.
We’ve got I-Pods and Blackberries, it’s been quite a journey
But when it comes to baseball I miss Ernie.
Ernie Harwell was a gentleman; his call was “Long gone!”
And the memories of his Opening Day poem live on.
On a warm summer night you’d hear WJR
The signal seemed better when out in your car.
Is it just me or did those days seem more fun?
“It might be, it could be, it IS, a Home Run!”
From the city, the beach or out on the prairie,
I don’t know about you, but I miss Harry.
Marty Brennaman still makes the Cincinnati call,
And now with many others, he’s in Cooperstown in the “Hall.”
Skip Carey broadcasted the Atlanta Braves
That old time baseball is what my heart craves.
We listened from Seattle to New York to Dallas
For the Phillies fans their hero was Harry Callas.
When we think of the announcers we loved as a kid
We remember so many great things that they did.
The cable stations let you watch almost every game,
But with all this technology, it’s just not the same.
Watching the World Series on the black and white TV,
Mom making popcorn for my Dad and me.
Eating charcoal-cooked barbecue in the backyard for dinner,
What I’d give to hear Jack Buck say once more “That’s A Winner!”
By Sally Tippett Rains, author of The Making Of A Masterpiece, The True Story of Margaret Mitchell’s Classic Novel, Gone With The Wind (Foreword by Ernie Harwell) For more on Ernie Harwell: www.GWTWbook.com and also on the Ernie Harwell page of this blog. My husband Rob Rains is the sports editor of the St. Louis Globe-Democrat and he let me write a tribute to Ernie on the sports page of www.Globe-Democrat.com.