Ernie Harwell died tonight after his nearly year-long battle with cancer. He was 92. Harwell was a legend in the entire state of Michigan for his voice and kind heart. Harwell’s style was simple. He didn’t get overexcited or drown the game out with his endless talk. Instead, he let the game be the star, allowing for quiet moments that allowed the fan to hear the sounds of the ball park — the crack of the bat, the hum of the crowd, the pop of the leather. Harwell was never bigger than the game as some personalities have become. He was just a regular guy who would go out of his way to make others feel special. Not much else can be said. Few words are needed to capture how special he was — and less words, the better, that was his style. My heart and prayers go out to his family, Detroit, and the entire baseball world. The game just lost another legend.