Some broadcasters arernknown best for what they said, not necessarily how the) said it. Sure, Harry Kalas, whc died on April 13 at age 73, said some great things. His home-run call ("Outta heeeeere!") will never be topped. But more than anybody else, Harry will be remembered for how he said it: with great style and panache.rnNot to mention his unforgettable voice, familiar notrnonly to fans of the Philadelphia Phillies-for whom he had broadcast games since 1971-but also to people across the nation who heard him narrate highlights for NFL Films. When I joined the Phillies broadcast crew in 1980,1 was a neophyte. In the beginning, my jobrnwas pretty much to get chairs for all the other guys. But Irnwas lucky tornwork with a legend. Harry never pulled me aside to give me any kind of speech. I learned by observing and listening. I'd study his flow, his cadence, his timing-just being in his presence was the best training you could get.rnRoad trips with Harry were wonderful. One time, in San Francisco, Harry took it upon himself to approach a blind woman and belt out Sinatra's "High Hopes," which became Harry's signature song. It was so uplifting, the woman cried. Few words uttered by Harry Kalas fell on deaf ears.
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