SportsIllustrated.com has a great piece up about Vin Scully’s early years as a broadcaster in Brooklyn. It’s a revealing retrospective, pulling back the curtain to the broadcast booth during a time when Scully was just getting started.
One cool passage from David J. Halberstam:
With those two gone, Scully’s star rose. At last he was given the air time to grow his talent. He loosened himself of the grips of Barber and carved his own style that was warm, entertaining and inimitable. In 1957, when he told his audience that he just spilled a cup of coffee over a pair of slacks fresh out of the dry cleaners, Barber wasn’t there to say, “Who cares?” Scully had built sufficient capital and respect to do things his way.