Chick-Phil-A

Remembering HK - photos

April 17, 2009 in front of CBP.

Harry getting ready to throw out the 1st pitch before the World Series Ring Ceremony Game, April 8, 2009 - the last home game before he passed.

2 years later - remembering HK still...

Two years ago I had taken the red eye home to Newark. I drove home and passed out for a few hours on my couch, in an effort to recouperate from the Viva Las Vegas rockabilly weekender I had just come home from. My nap didn't last too long, as I was woken up by texts and phone calls alerting me that our beloved Phillies announcer, Harry Kalas, had passed away.

I immediately turned on CSN and didn't sleep a wink the rest of the day. Harry was the one constant in all of my life of Phillies fandom. His voice was instantly recognizable - whether it was on the radio and tv calling Phillies baseball, in an NFL films production, or a chunky soup commercial - Harry's voice had been in my life as long as I could remember. It was the voice I was first introduced to through the little battery operated radio that my grandfather had down the shore all those summer days and nights - be it in the little kitchen of the house, out in the backyard, or Sunday afternoons on the beach - listening to Phillies games.

As I got older, Harry's voice was the one my brother and I would imitate as we'd flip through our baseball card collections, saying each name as we had heard Harry say it, or narrating our wiffle ball games in the side yard.

Anyway, there's not a lot to say that hasn't been said already about HK. I'm excited for the statue to be put at CBP. And as @phils08champs said on twitter earlier,"Every time I see Tom McCarthy's tits I miss Harry Kalas more and more."