R.I.P. I grew up listening to him call the Detroit Tigers games in the 60s and 70s. Nowadays, people watch baseball on high-def satellite T.V. We listened to crackling a.m. radios while we played spin the dial (actually hit the spinner with your finger) baseball games and ate rice krispy treats. I actually cared what the count was, who was at bat, and who was warming up in the bull pen. Ernie could do that to you. I did not know that I was listening to a legend back then, but in the intervening years I finally caught on. Even after I lost my love of baseball during the strike of 19994, I never lost my admiration for your voice. I’ll miss you Ernie. “The Tigers win it!”
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