When I was extremely young - like, 5-and-6-years-old young, I was a Cubs fan. This was predominantly because they were on television every afternoon when I got home from kindergarten. Ryne Sandberg, Andre Dawson, and Shawon Duntson were my favorite players, and the late Harry Caray called games. Of course, I came to my senses by second grade, fully embracing my hometown Astros, but the impression left by the living soundbite Caray has held to this day.
To me, he was the proverbial friendly old coot down the street, who your mother was leery of because he oogled the other Moms and perpetually clutched a Bud longneck. At the same time, the kids loved him because he gave out the best Halloween candy, and didn't care when the football landed in his yard.
Caray has also been immortalized in one of the best SNL sketches of all time.