Remembering Harry Kalas
Living in DC at the time, I remember the day vividly. I had plans to go to the game that night, when I heard the news that Harry collapsed in the broadcast booth. He died shortly after. I still went to the game, not knowing what to except. The walk up to the park certainly felt different from other days. Fellow fans were wearing make-shift memorials on their shirts, many were crying, but all had empty looks on their faces, undoubtedly matching the emptiness that now exists in our hearts and ears.
But as sad as that day was, it’s hard not to remember Harry Kalas without a smile on your face. If Harry wasn’t providing the good times himself, he was usually part of it in some way – bantering with Whitey, calling a great moment in Phillies history, or simply his baritone voice in the background as you went about your evening. His greatness will live on forever.
Please enjoy some memories from our wonderful friend below and visit our Harry Kalas tribute page with many more.
