Help Me ANi-Wan, You Are My Only Hope

Thank you for taking it on!

I am now about to make you waste the next 5 hours of your life:

There were wonderful memories shared…and a link to some clips as well.
Here’s a link to just one thread..there are more

i had taped a complete bill king game. any game. even the most tedious loss. but the whole game.

i was lucky enough to hear him for 5 years or so and that time of my life was certainly marked by his voice. i just remember the at-home feeling i would get while listening to him for 3 hours a day. a single call is great for a thrill. but i miss the presence, the overall tone, the little things added up over time. and i miss his flat “yah” of approval after a KK comment.

rebroadcasts some of his more famous calls in their flashback segment that they do every game.

If you subscribe to MLB audio you can get any of the recent broadcasts from the archive and then if you can hunt down the historical clip you can record that out and make a separate clip of it. (Not sure what the legality of that would be; depends on your use, I suppose.)

I know I commented on the “alcoholic nightmares” one in the game thread here on AN. (That was a while ago, maybe last season.) If you search out my comment, that will tell you what day and approximately what time in the broadcast. I think some other calls have been commented on in game threads, too.

I grew up in So Cal, but moved to the Bay Area in 1989. I was a road rep for a record company and traveled throughout the bay, 100k miles a year on a company car, for 5 years. Bill and Lon became my best friends. Bill’s voice crackling on an AM station somewhere near Grass Valley or Fresno every spring became the sign that all was right in the world again, like the snow melt announcing the arrival of the new season.

Bill’s passion on the air, his poignant no-hold’s-barred approach to announcing, his knowledge of the game, his witty banter with Lon…I did not realize how much a part of my life he had become until his untimely death.

The first time I heard he passed I openly sobbed. I did not know where that came from, but I did. It hit me hard. A connection had been made that blew me away. That night, when I tried to tell my then new wife what had taken place, I could not get out three words and I started choking back the tears. It was literally a year before I could talk about it without tearing up…..like now.

Bill King was Oakland A’s baseball to me. He was the voiceover to a major part of my life, the pains of bad seasons and the triumphs of victories. Holy Toledo! I would give anything to hear that one more time.

…great project! I sincerely hope it achieves the desired result, and if I can find the time, I would definitely be open to contributing.

Keep up the good work, Jeffro.