The Long Goodbye: Ernie Harwell January 25, 1918 — May 4, 2010
by Debbie G.
For the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the song of the birds has come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Opening day, every day, he embodied the best of the best game in the world.
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I can't think about baseball
I can't think about baseball without hearing his voice.
I feel the same way. I grew
I feel the same way. I grew up hearing that voice with every Detroit Tiger's game. He will be missed.
RIP
RIP