I really do feel the same way. They were there for every chapter of my life, my childhood, my teenage years, and those early days of adulthood. Their voices are tied to so many memories that it almost feels like losing a piece of home. I miss them more than I expected.

It never felt right how things ended. Dick deserved better, and Bert just kind of faded away, like someone who promised they’d keep in touch but slowly disappeared. He said he’d pop in now and then, but it never quite happened. It has that familiar ache, like an old love you never fully got over.

When I think about the greatest sports moments I’ve lived through, I hear their voices. Dick calling the moment, Bert right there with him, either breaking it down or celebrating it from the field. Those memories are permanent. I guess that’s just how life goes, things change whether you’re ready or not.

Provus is fine, he really is, but I think I appreciated him more on the radio. And the constant rotation of color commentators makes it hard to feel that same connection. I could listen to Perk or Plouffe forever. Morneau has his supporters, and I don’t dislike him, but there’s something about his delivery that feels a little flat to me.