The Smaller Vin Scully Made Himself, the Larger He Became

The phone rang two days before Christmas, a Los Angeles area code, and the unmistakable voice on the other end said from some sun-kissed aerie in Pacific Palisades: “Steve, this is Vin Scully.”

“Of course this is,” I replied. “Who else could this possibly be?”

“Well, I always introduce myself,” said Scully, “because I never know who knows me.”