God bless his memory and sincerest condolences to his family and friends.
We loved him as the Pats play by play man because he was one of us, a fan of the team like us, knowledgeable but humble and understated. He didn’t need some phony act to convince us he knew his stuff.
The Super Bowl call, which I just heard again for the millionth time, gives me chills every time because his emotions matched mine: absolute elation mixed with disbelief. Disbelief that this team that had always found the weirdest ways to fail, and seemed to be finding a new one that night. And then Brady, J.R. Redmond, Troy Brown, Wiggy, and Adam V. happened.
All of a sudden it’s very dusty where I am ...