There's not much I can say about this that you're not all already thinking, but I'd like to relay my greatest memory of Harry, and one of my all-time greatest Phillies memories.
I was five years old when the Phillies made their '93 World Series run, so I have very scattered and incomplete memories. That being said, my understanding comes from a VHS tape we got recapping the entire season. I watched it at least once a month, and that's a conservative guess. One of my favorite parts was Harry, in the locker room singing "High Hopes."
I gonna miss that. My summer is never gonna feel the same. I'll always have the memories of those hot, sticky, summer nights on Higbee Street, with the front door wide open, with only the sounds of the crickets outside, and Harry Kalas describing what was unfolding in front of me so perfectly.
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