tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post8566625546107465118..comments2023-11-03T06:02:02.128-07:00Comments on By Ken Levine: Dave Niehaus 1935-2010By Ken Levinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17305293821975250420noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-52589241521237051382022-01-24T16:46:37.910-08:002022-01-24T16:46:37.910-08:00so old but still amazing so old but still amazing rida usmanhttps://ntsresultbycnic.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-66479595220152887022021-12-02T16:17:06.095-08:002021-12-02T16:17:06.095-08:00Long history šLong history šGirlsWhokickAsses.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08195497207317774790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-39686902587362379182017-05-25T17:10:53.842-07:002017-05-25T17:10:53.842-07:00Wonderful tribute, Ken. I just found this while lo...Wonderful tribute, Ken. I just found this while looking for the newly released Dave Niehaus biography (the author was on with Dory Monson, today). Did you hear? <br />Your stories got me thinking about a memory that I have. Forgive me, because this is Ken Levine memory. In the Spring of '93, I watched the first televised spring training game of the year. At one point, coming back from commercial maybe, theyou had a closeup of what must have been Camelback "Mt." As you describe the scene, some hikers come filing out of a cave. Without skipping a beat, you tell us all that they've been lost in that cave for many days, and we're so glad they've made it out okay. I've been chuckling for 24 years. Thanks, Ken. Miss you on the Seattle broadcasts. We could certainly use some laughs these days.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17898968075729833258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-48273630448460373782017-05-25T17:10:51.956-07:002017-05-25T17:10:51.956-07:00Wonderful tribute, Ken. I just found this while lo...Wonderful tribute, Ken. I just found this while looking for the newly released Dave Niehaus biography (the author was on with Dory Monson, today). Did you hear? <br />Your stories got me thinking about a memory that I have. Forgive me, because this is Ken Levine memory. In the Spring of '93, I watched the first televised spring training game of the year. At one point, coming back from commercial maybe, theyou had a closeup of what must have been Camelback "Mt." As you describe the scene, some hikers come filing out of a cave. Without skipping a beat, you tell us all that they've been lost in that cave for many days, and we're so glad they've made it out okay. I've been chuckling for 24 years. Thanks, Ken. Miss you on the Seattle broadcasts. We could certainly use some laughs these days.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17898968075729833258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-51581908492723233182011-03-20T19:06:12.061-07:002011-03-20T19:06:12.061-07:00good blog i have to say thisgood blog i have to say thisdentalwebsite designhttp://atlasdentalwebsites.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-4120790786837325762010-11-29T21:06:57.990-08:002010-11-29T21:06:57.990-08:00The world lost a great baseball announcer. You los...The world lost a great baseball announcer. You lost a true friend.rashid1891http://www.livetv.pknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-31276832336663915502010-11-23T13:28:10.333-08:002010-11-23T13:28:10.333-08:00the "my oh my" schtick" I could hav...the "my oh my" schtick" I could have done without....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-42760066816718639542010-11-20T19:48:44.646-08:002010-11-20T19:48:44.646-08:00Mr. Levine,
My condolences to you, the Neihaus fa...Mr. Levine,<br /><br />My condolences to you, the Neihaus family, the Mariners, and friends of Mr. Neihaus. His passion for the game, his personality, his love for life will truly be missed by all who knew or listened to him for any length of time. <br /><br />I grew up hearing him, Mr. Enberg, and Mr. Drysdale call the California Angels games in the '60s. When I moved to the Pacific Northwest in the late-70s, it was a most pleasant surprise, and treat, to hear him once again as he called...no lived...each Mariners game.<br /><br />I never had the privilege of meeting him, but I am not surprised at the wonderful, heartfelt memories presented on your blog, the Mariners site, and elsewhere for such a revered person. He was obviously a very loving, lovable, caring, and fun(ny) man. He was the announcers' announcer. And, certainly, the ultimate fan. RIP Mr. Niehaus.Al McCoskeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-42679250951568455392010-11-13T13:50:34.999-08:002010-11-13T13:50:34.999-08:00Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana...Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana University, both aiming at a B.S. degree in Radio & Tv. We had several classes together and often spent an everning at our favorite haunt, Covington's Tavern, down by the railroad tracks in Bloomington. One of these days when more time has passed since his passing, I'll tell a story re. a bet we made while drinking mugs of beer at Covingtons. Now would be bad timing. I will tell about a weekend with Dave in Anaheim when he was on the Angel's broadcast team, including Dick Enberg and Don Drysdale. Since he had a nice, large home in Northridge and didn't relish driving all the way to the northern San Fernando Valley and back to Orange County early the next day, Dave would book a night at a local motel after a Saturday night game and prepare for a Sunday afternoon game. This particular weekend in the summer of 1974 David invited me to not only come along with him and sit in the booth during the Sat. night broadcast, but also spend the night with him at the motel and go to the Angel game early the following Sunday. After the night game we went Drysdale's bar and restaurant, The Dugout, and met Oriole skipper, Earl Weaver and his star pitcher, Jim Palmer. A very memorable evening indeed. But the real fun came the next day. Dave and I got to the Big A early the next morning and went immediately to the Angel's clubhouse where then manager Dick Williams was bent over his desk working on the Halo's line-up for Sunday's daytime encounter... It may have been a double-header, I don't recall. The Angles had a bunch of eager but mistake-prone youngsters on that team and their record was well under .500 late in the season Anyway... as Williams was making out the line-up for the game he said, so both Dave and I could clearly hear... "Let's see... Which sons-a-bitches should I expose today?" I have a lot more, warmer and perhaps more pleasant memories of my old I.U. roomie, who used to write of his experiences working in the commissary in the Black Hills of South Dakota at Mt. Rushmore well before his prodigious broadcast career got underway. More later. RIP old friend. Larry McKay aka McCabeLARRY MCCABEhttp://www.larrymmckay.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-12289184662035346692010-11-13T13:48:45.367-08:002010-11-13T13:48:45.367-08:00Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana...Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana University, both aiming at a B.S. degree in Radio & Tv. We had several classes together and often spent an everning at our favorite haunt, Covington's Tavern, down by the railroad tracks in Bloomington. One of these days when more time has passed since his passing, I'll tell a story re. a bet we made while drinking mugs of beer at Covingtons. Now would be bad timing. I will tell about a weekend with Dave in Anaheim when he was on the Angel's broadcast team, including Dick Enberg and Don Drysdale. Since he had a nice, large home in Northridge and didn't relish driving all the way to the northern San Fernando Valley and back to Orange County early the next day, Dave would book a night at a local motel after a Saturday night game and prepare for a Sunday afternoon game. This particular weekend in the summer of 1974 David invited me to not only come along with him and sit in the booth during the Sat. night broadcast, but also spend the night with him at the motel and go to the Angel game early the following Sunday. After the night game we went Drysdale's bar and restaurant, The Dugout, and met Oriole skipper, Earl Weaver and his star pitcher, Jim Palmer. A very memorable evening indeed. But the real fun came the next day. Dave and I got to the Big A early the next morning and went immediately to the Angel's clubhouse where then manager Dick Williams was bent over his desk working on the Halo's line-up for Sunday's daytime encounter... It may have been a double-header, I don't recall. The Angles had a bunch of eager but mistake-prone youngsters on that team and their record was well under .500 late in the season Anyway... as Williams was making out the line-up for the game he said, so both Dave and I could clearly hear... "Let's see... Which sons-a-bitches should I expose today?" I have a lot more, warmer and perhaps more pleasant memories of my old I.U. roomie, who used to write of his experiences working in the commissary in the Black Hills of South Dakota at Mt. Rushmore well before his prodigious broadcast career got underway. More later. RIP old friend. Larry McKay aka McCabeLARRY MCCABEhttp://www.larrymmckay.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-21357160447422714942010-11-13T13:47:19.621-08:002010-11-13T13:47:19.621-08:00Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana...Dave and I were roomates for a semester at Indiana University, both aiming at a B.S. degree in Radio & Tv. We had several classes together and often spent an everning at our favorite haunt, Covington's Tavern, down by the railroad tracks in Bloomington. One of these days when more time has passed since his passing, I'll tell a story re. a bet we made while drinking mugs of beer at Covingtons. Now would be bad timing. I will tell about a weekend with Dave in Anaheim when he was on the Angel's broadcast team, including Dick Enberg and Don Drysdale. Since he had a nice, large home in Northridge and didn't relish driving all the way to the northern San Fernando Valley and back to Orange County early the next day, Dave would book a night at a local motel after a Saturday night game and prepare for a Sunday afternoon game. This particular weekend in the summer of 1974 David invited me to not only come along with him and sit in the booth during the Sat. night broadcast, but also spend the night with him at the motel and go to the Angel game early the following Sunday. After the night game we went Drysdale's bar and restaurant, The Dugout, and met Oriole skipper, Earl Weaver and his star pitcher, Jim Palmer. A very memorable evening indeed. But the real fun came the next day. Dave and I got to the Big A early the next morning and went immediately to the Angel's clubhouse where then manager Dick Williams was bent over his desk working on the Halo's line-up for Sunday's daytime encounter... It may have been a double-header, I don't recall. The Angles had a bunch of eager but mistake-prone youngsters on that team and their record was well under .500 late in the season Anyway... as Williams was making out the line-up for the game he said, so both Dave and I could clearly hear... "Let's see... Which sons-a-bitches should I expose today?" I have a lot more, warmer and perhaps more pleasant memories of my old I.U. roomie, who used to write of his experiences working in the commissary in the Black Hills of South Dakota at Mt. Rushmore well before his prodigious broadcast career got underway. More later. RIP old friend. Larry McKay aka McCabeLARRY MCCABEhttp://www.larrymmckay.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-69703800763814502572010-11-13T10:31:54.815-08:002010-11-13T10:31:54.815-08:00The showmanship with which he called the games is ...The showmanship with which he called the games is what Bob Costas said Harry Carey did for the Cardinals back in the day, and the love engendered locally was the same when we lost Jack Buck. The entire greater St. Louis area went into mourning and some 45,000 people filed past his coffin in Busch Stadium out of respect and love.<br /><br />I am so sorry for your loss.David K. M. Klaushttp://davidkevin.livejournal.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-1379649244653565592010-11-13T08:42:35.140-08:002010-11-13T08:42:35.140-08:00I was born in '71 and raised on Niehaus every ...I was born in '71 and raised on Niehaus every summer. I remember many nights going to the games with my dad in the cheap seats and we would make sure to bring a radio so we could listen to Dave call it. It would ease the pain of the play on the field. My favorite memories were of camping throughout the summer. After a tough day of hiking, fishing, or riding motorcycles we would all be around the campfire and the bbq and Dave would usher in the night. That tradition continued through this summer and although my 6 yr old son may not remember, he at least got to experience it. I can take some solace in that.<br /><br />Here's a link to Ken on KJR in Seattle discussing Dave.<br /><br />http://kjram.com/mediaplayer/?station=KJR-AM&action=ondemand&item=20635421&feed_name=gas.xmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-59611271397923724482010-11-13T01:33:54.963-08:002010-11-13T01:33:54.963-08:00Ken,
I have your site bookmarked in a rather obsc...Ken,<br /><br />I have your site bookmarked in a rather obscure folder on my computer, so I visit it only occasionally. I am always pleased to read your words when I do visit, but on the occasion of the most meaningful post of yours I have ever read, a simple emotion such as pleased hardly begins to describe how it made me feel.<br /><br />I listened to Mr. Niehaus' first Seattle broadcast back in 1977, and many, many others over the years. Even after I moved out of the Northwest, whenever I came back to visit, it had to be in the summer, so I could hear his voice again. Thanks to various technological innovations, for the last few years I could hear him from places other than my childhood home, and no one, not even my wife, could understand what that meant to me.<br /><br />While his well documented calls are so evocative even today, my favorite is far more obscure. I'm not even sure when it happened, but I was in my car listening to an extra innings game between the Mariners and the Blue Jays. In the top of the eleventh inning, Toronto scored some ridiculous amount of runs, and kept batting for what seemed like forever against a beleaguered Mariners bullpen. At one point, after yet another base hit, Mr. Niehaus professed, for I imagine the only time in his career, "...another run scores, and I am sick of announcing." No other broadcaster could have kept me there long enough to hear those words; I never wanted to stop listening.<br /><br />Thanks for a wonderful post. Rest in peace, Mr. Niehaus.Richardnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-33653598119895619062010-11-12T20:03:08.639-08:002010-11-12T20:03:08.639-08:00Dave is the one that caused me to fall in love wit...Dave is the one that caused me to fall in love with baseball. Listening to him call a game on the radio at a friends house, then going to a game and being hooked.<br /><br />I really can't imagine spring or summer without him.<br /><br />I had forgotten it was 92 you were up here. How could I? Ran into you at the Cubs spring training game(my first ever)and was so delighted.<br /><br />I know you have a gig and so does Jon Miller, but please god don't let them pick a nincompoop to try to replace Dave.Janenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-25049567977356056612010-11-12T15:23:24.618-08:002010-11-12T15:23:24.618-08:00Dave DID "call" a World Series game once...Dave DID "call" a World Series game once - I remember it well.<br /><br />When Baseball was on strike in 1994, and the season was ended early, we all needed a Baseball fix. In October of that year, Dave went into a studio and created a game - game 7 of the 1994 World Series, with The Seattle Mariners vs. The Atlanta Braves (If I remember correctly). Sound effects, crowd noise, and Dave's great talent made it seem real. Of course, Seattle won that game at the last minute. He kept the excitement going right up to the end.<br /><br />Yes, it is sad that he never got a chance to call a REAL World Series game, but listening to that fictional game was great fun. I would love to hear it again.<br /><br />Rick HarrisonRick Harrisonhttp://rickh@riseup.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-28107020171420080152010-11-12T15:03:17.489-08:002010-11-12T15:03:17.489-08:00Mr. Levine,
A very moving tribute. I think some ...Mr. Levine,<br /><br />A very moving tribute. I think some of his best games were when you were in the booth with him. You made Dave laugh harder and more often than his other broadcast partners. I was delighted to hear you again last year. Please come back to the Mariners - You and Rizzs would make a great team.Sad Seattleitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-61315878676432697282010-11-12T14:41:03.124-08:002010-11-12T14:41:03.124-08:00I wonder if, where Dave's gone, the rule I re...I wonder if, where Dave's gone, the rule I remember you teaching him during a game one day still holds: lead off base on balls always comes 'round to score -- except when it doesn't. Maybe, if things really even out over the course of a whole life, if one really gets his or her share of "fair", then maybe, just maybe, for Dave's new team they always score, and, for the other guys, they only score once in a while.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-11877648383350515562010-11-12T14:29:51.014-08:002010-11-12T14:29:51.014-08:00Steve WicklundSteve WicklundSteve Wicklundnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-77958414316537714842010-11-12T14:28:13.183-08:002010-11-12T14:28:13.183-08:00Thanks for sharing those thoughts and insights Ken...Thanks for sharing those thoughts and insights Ken...Dave was a truly most deserving "Hall of Famer" and I'm glad I was able to congratulate him personally at Spring Training. NOBODY called a game like Dave and I'm still reelin' from the loss. Over the years enjoyed both you, Dave, Ron, etc working as my FAVORITE BROADCAST TEAM !!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-83434744130344686542010-11-12T13:31:29.659-08:002010-11-12T13:31:29.659-08:00I have never heard Dave Niehaus. And never heard o...I have never heard Dave Niehaus. And never heard of him before I read this.<br /><br />But when I die, I want to rate an obituary this beautiful.John Pearley Huffmannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-5551928828863083072010-11-12T12:15:48.149-08:002010-11-12T12:15:48.149-08:00Twenty years ago, this native San Diegan was inv...Twenty years ago, this native San Diegan was invited by an ex-college roommate to visit him in Seattle, a place Iād never been. <br /><br />Dave Neihaus made my experience memorable. It was a warm and sunny April afternoon as my friend and I boated in Lake Washington listening to the Mariners on the radio. <br /><br />When I heard Mr. Neihaus it immediately registered that he was special. He had a clear, distinct sounding voice, with energy as big as the Grand Canyon , and his word pictures brought the game to life. <br /><br />Moreover, he was a skilled communicator who knew his audience well, and as a result unaware to them was creating rhetorical magic. <br /><br />Bob Salazar Smith<br />Vaughn, NMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-6144405899753431062010-11-12T08:42:44.466-08:002010-11-12T08:42:44.466-08:00Niehaus had a lot of really bad teams to endure. W...Niehaus had a lot of really bad teams to endure. When you did the broadcast with him was the hardest I'd ever heard him laugh on the air.Freakazoid Freddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17917751076745748919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-6090390552071691642010-11-12T08:38:50.896-08:002010-11-12T08:38:50.896-08:00I've said this before, but I mean it more each...I've said this before, but I mean it more each and every time: You do great eulogies. Do you take bookings?The Curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14723009641287783218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19336675.post-23869517056637939922010-11-12T08:27:09.860-08:002010-11-12T08:27:09.860-08:00Ken: Thanks so much for your beautifully written p...Ken: Thanks so much for your beautifully written piece. The one aspect of Mariners baseball that made them compulsively listenable, no matter how awful they were is now gone. Summer simply won't be the same next year.Phil Hamiltonnoreply@blogger.com