Just A Bit Outside - RIP Ueck!

Bob Uecker was more than a voice; he was a soundtrack—a running commentary to the rhythms of my childhood summers.

Bob Uecker was more than a voice; he was a soundtrack—a running commentary to the rhythms of my childhood summers. Today, the news of his passing hit like a fastball to the ribs. Bob Uecker, "Mr. Baseball," the man who made losing sound lovable and turned the Milwaukee Brewers’ misfortunes into high art, has left the booth for the last time. It’s a silence that feels downright wrong.

For those of us who grew up with a radio dial tuned to Brewers games, Bob’s voice was a constant companion. It wasn’t just that he was funny—although he was fucking hilarious. It was that he seemed to understand us, the fans, in a way nobody else could. “Just a bit outside,” he’d quip, making light of yet another wild pitch, and you’d laugh because what else could you do? Life isn’t always a no-hitter, and Bob made sure we remembered to laugh even when the team was down.

The radio in our house was always on, Uecker’s voice drifting through the screen doors and mingling with the smell of freshly cut grass an…