I've been in mourning since August 29th of last year. It's been a long, private grieving, knowing the end would be coming soon. And now it's here. This Sunday it's all over. Vin Scully is blessing us with his final broadcast. Ever.
I have to confess that if you told me, a couple short years ago, that I would be writing about finding a "centered place of wisdom," or tapping "into that place of peace inside yourself," I'd have thought you were hitting the sauce a bit early in the day.
In case you missed the bulletin, Los Angeles is in the midst of a historic drought. We also have the nation's worst traffic and air pollution, and we're the least affordable city in the Lower 48 for millennials to buy a home.
Just beyond the Plaque Gallery of luminaries immortalized in bronze lies the Baseball Hall of Fame's library, where I couldn't resist getting an inside look from director Jim Gates, who is in his 20th year overseeing its vast collection.
From the moment I could walk, talk or understand the spoken word, there was only one voice that was in my house, in my parents' cars, even in my ear when I went to camp or snuck a transistor radio into school -- Vin Scully.
So the Wisconsin football coach Bret Bielema up and left to coach at Arkansas. Didn't matter that he signed a contract extension at Wisconsin through 2016. Doesn't matter that if Wisconsin's football players want to go play for Arkansas they'd have to sit out a year.
Vin Scully is much more than the one of the greatest sportscasters ever: he is an artist who has distinguished himself with his poetic use of language, his gracious and dignified demeanor and his dramatic calls of some of the greatest moments in baseball history.
Ozzie Guillen says lots of stuff. Unfortunately Guillen stepped on a hornet's nest when he praised Castro. It's always dicey when sports collides with the real world. Can we all agree, that at the very least, Guillen's "crime" was extreme insensitivity?