I really shouldn't be blogging today, but I saw that I missed this yesterday. I can't let that go without a few words of tribute. Jon Miller makes my life better six months out of the year. Just imagine being stuck day in, day out with Ken Harrelson, Joe Angel, Tom Brennaman, or any of the legions of blowhard, bag-of-hammer broadcasters out there. If you're a TV-only kind of Giants fan, please turn it off once in a while and switch on the radio.
Even better, do as I did when I was a kid. I'd put the game on the radio, lie on my bedroom floor and toss a baseball into the air, catching it just inches above my nose. With each Giants pitch, I'd toss the ball up. My eyes were open, but my body was not in my room. It's amazing what a good radio description will do for your imagination. Let your mind's eye run free, and let Jon Miller's voice draw you through the door.
Swing...and there it goes! A soaring majestic drive, deep into the San Francisco night! That one's headed for Berkeley....! ¡Adios, pelota!
