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Those words were coined by the great Harry Kalas. He was the voice of the Philadelphia Phillies. Although I’m not from that end of the state and follow the yearly antics of the black and gold, Harry’s voice always gave me chills. Every time I heard that voice it takes a nostalgic trip down the memory lane of my mind. A road to sandlot pick-up games, memorizing batting averages, Strat-O-Matic baseball, and sitting behind Roberto Clemente in right field when my dad took me to my first major league game. Harry was 73. He will be surely missed by all baseball fans. What I’ll remember most is his rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “High Hopes“. Maybe you don’t know that a ram can’t kick a hole in the damn, or anything about rubber trees. But Harry sure gave us all something to think about, every time that gravely voice hit the air waves.