rob f

April 12th, 2016 at 10:48 PM ^

to hear of Paul Carey's passing. Of the various sports broadcasting partnerships I've listened to in my life, Ernie and Paul were clearly #1. God I miss that deep baritone voice of his!

MaizeAndBlueWahoo

April 12th, 2016 at 10:50 PM ^

Sad to hear indeed.  He was always the perfect complement to Ernie.  Ernie was absolutely perfect at all times but even when they brought him back, it felt like something was missing when Paul Carey didn't also return.  And both were never anything but the perfect gentlemen.

LSAClassOf2000

April 12th, 2016 at 10:52 PM ^

Like a lot of people on this blog, I grew up with Ernie and Paul on the radio with every game that WDIV (or PASS, for my father would not be without PASS) did not carry, or with every game broadcast when we were nowhere ner a television. So many incredible hours of Tigers baseball narrated by those two. This is a very sad evening indeed.

 RIP, Paul Carey.

xtramelanin

April 12th, 2016 at 11:04 PM ^

still attributing to harwell being a great man, 'there'll never be another earnie harwell'.  class to the end.  God bless him and his buddy earnie.  now broadcasting from somewhere high above detroit.  

twohooks

April 12th, 2016 at 11:26 PM ^

On the porch. A 72 degree day. Slight breeze. I came and went. The day seemed endless. I always came back to the porch. The peak of my happiness as a youth both Paul and Ernie were a part of that. RIP Paul Carey.

translator82

April 12th, 2016 at 11:45 PM ^

Ernie Harwell and Paul Carey were my go-to for Tigers games that weren't on PASS since we didn't get that channel on cable. Tigers games on the radio really haven't been the same without those two together. RIP.

WNY in Savannah

April 13th, 2016 at 12:00 AM ^

I am another one that loved Ernie and Paul as a kid.  The best nights of my childhood were in the summer when there was a tornado watch.  My mom, my sisters, and I would go down to the basement.  (My dad always stayed upstairs.  He was NOT going to flee from a tornado that probably wasn't even coming.)  My mom would make popcorn (with a very old school popper--coils and a pan, not even the air popper that showed up in the 80's), we would play the game Trouble (pop-o-matic!) and listen to the Tiger game on the transistor radio.  Ernie and Paul were amazing.  I always wanted Paul's voice.

rob f

April 13th, 2016 at 12:28 AM ^

you could only listen to a few games each summer (no tornado watch=not allowed to listen to Tiger Baseball, no popcorn, no pop-o-matic)??

/s

BTW, my mom (she's in her 80's) still makes popcorn that way, in a cast-iron fry pan. And it tastes wonderful! Next time I go visit, I'll talk her into popping some up...

Gucci Mane

April 13th, 2016 at 1:48 AM ^

I was very worried about James Earl Jones when I clicked this post. Glad he's doing well, but very sad to hear this news as well.

Mr. Elbel

April 13th, 2016 at 7:04 AM ^

Understood. But in some cases, you still miss things. I wouldn't know a thing about Ufer had I not heard him on a youtube vid one day and done some research from there. I missed out on ufer. It appears I missed out on this guy too. There are plenty of reasons to be grateful for my youth, absolutely. There's also some reasons to wish I were born a bit earlier if not to share some great experiences with great people.

I still have my own great experiences to cherish. I get to remember the likes of Jackson and Dickerson instead.

Swayze Howell Sheen

April 13th, 2016 at 7:46 AM ^

There was nothing like the summer of '84, listening into the night on the radio in my room, all by myself but transported onto the field of play during that magical Tiger year. I'll always remember it. 35-5 to start, and the Series when it was all said and done. Bless you boys, indeed.

 

 

Everyone Murders

April 13th, 2016 at 8:07 AM ^

I too grew up listening to Paul and Ernie on WJR.  In that era, I really had no idea how special they both were - they were just the guys who made listening to baseball on the radio simultaneously gripping and relaxing.

Years later, after being subjected to the Joe Bucks, Chris Bermans, and Brent Musbergers of the world, I realized how wonderful it was to just sit back and listen to two gentlemen erase the stress of the day.  Sad to learn of Carey's passing, but blessed to have him and Harwell in the fabric of my youth.