I missed this over the weekend, but I mean I can sit here and pick out highlights for hours, but the big thing it boils down to is that it has always felt like watching a game with my dad or my grandpa. He feels the game like no another announcer in baseball does. He is mad when something bad happens, he is elated when something great happens. The colorfulness he brings to the game is all but dead in the 21st century as broadcasts get more and more watered down, safe, and non-threatening. It feels like I am losing a life long companion with Hawk retiring for all of the decades and countless hours we have put into together. He is quite literally the soundtrack to some of the favorite memories in my life.