Originally Posted by 919191
Wow. The last couple of years, when Joe did the game, I took a radio and a few beers to the backyard and listened to the game instead of sitting in front of the TV. I tried to explain to my wife why, but she really didn't get it.
I get it, I did the same thing a few times this summer.
Joe's voice would take me back to the days of my childhood when I had nothing but time to listen to the game. His voice could make me feel the warmth of sunshine, smell the fragrance of the grass, and see the dust flying on a play at the plate.
Joe seemed to always enjoy the game regardless of the outcome, and if the home team lost today, he just knew we'd get 'em tomorrow.
As if that wasn't enough by itself, he was a obviously a good friend, a good neighbor, a good husband, a good father, and a solid citizen.