I’m David, Dave Niehaus’ son. Dad calls me Andy, my middle name, long story… I was just googling and ran across this site. This is great and I’m glad it exists. I thought I would chime in for a few words.

First, the word “proud” just doesn’t quite say it all. I called my dad yesterday at 10:15 to wish him a happy birthday, and he told me the news. I was not to say a word until 11, probably the toughest 45 minutes since the birth of my first son. I actually had to pull over and sob like a little kid who just had Santa deliver exactly the toy he wanted. Our family has been waiting for this for years. We’re all just giddy.

Thank all of you for your warm comments. As far as those who think he’s lost a step or two… he’s 73 f’n years old, people. I’m 43 and I’ve lost a few steps, too.

People sometimes ask me what Dave Niehaus is really like. I always say, “you already know him.” He’s the same guy who has come into your home, your car, your campsite, wherever, between 7 and 10 on a Tuesday night, for 3 decades, to talk baseball. He’s a great dad and and even better grandfather. He’s a salty old bastard, with a dry wit and sometimes sick sense of humor, who loves this game like no one else. Let’s just say I’ve heard “MY OH MY!!!” in a variety of contexts, especially as a teenager in the late 70’s. ‘Nuf said.

Now it’s off to Cooperstown, where we all hope to finally paint that town Mariner Blue. I’m so damn proud of my father for reaching the pinnacle of his profession, for getting his Oscar. And like dad said, this belongs to all Mariner fans. Very humbling, if he could thank you all I know he would.

Kind Regards,

David “Andy” Niehaus

I was listening to that earthquake game. It was amazing to hear the open mike with no one in the booth — could hear background noise in the dome for what seemed like a long time, more than 10 minutes anyway.

“This is just…indescribable!”

I think it was in the bedlam after the one-game playoff with the Angels but it may have been after The Double.

It was 1997, I was 15 and driving grain trucks. I think one could play cassettes, but most had AM only. So during the down time or while driving I could read, or listen to those August games on AM radio.

Niehaus really made me enjoy baseball, and to this day I consider it the only sport that can be as good on the radio as watching on TV. Unfortunately, getting the right broadcaster to make that true is almost impossible now.

I think voices like his are one of the reasons the game has endured for so very long, through so many changes in society.