Commentary: My mother’s love affair with Vin Scully
On the night Vin Scully died, most of us who are lifelong Dodger fans found out immediately and together — the graphic of his familiar face and 1927-2022 flashed across the screen of the game in progress, Dodgers versus Giants. My mother was watching, missing his voice as she has done every game day since he retired in 2016.
We have talked about Scully often over the three years her memory loss has deepened. Her purse, at her feet, disappears every few minutes but Sandy Koufax’s perfect game replays like it just happened.
My Swiss German mother learned her best English listening to a transistor radio as Vin Scully’s tenor voice called Dodger games. Now
