chris_in_pdx
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Is there a way to do retired jerseys for people who never wore one? Feels like SOMETHING should be in the rafters. What did the Lakers do for Chick Hearn?
He was the one constant over the history of the franchise. To me he felt like the heart and soul of the organization, the one unifying all the eras.So sad. If we are including off the court stuff, he is the Greatest Blazer.
RIP! That's my son and I over Rice's shoulder....the day I got to meet Schonz ..Lanny and his wife were right behind them next to us.
I know it’s a little long but man this one hits different, he is one of the main reasons I chose the career path I did.
Over the last 53 years there has been only one man that has tied everything together for the Portland Trail Blazers. Players … coaches … general managers … even owners have come and gone, all leaving their own mark on the franchise, BUT one man still remained, that was Bill Schonely. He was more than just a broadcaster, this is a man who with two words gave a city it’s identity. One off hand phrase of a basketball ripping through a net gave birth to the rise of RIP CITY. It’s been 52 years since he uttered those two words and yet you’ll find them on businesses, merchandise and even as a jersey worn by the team. He didn’t just have Rip City though, it was ‘Bingo … Bango … Bongo Baby’ and ‘Lickety Brindle Right Down the Middle’ and ‘Climbing the Golden Ladder’ and of course ‘You Got to Make Your Free Throws.’ It wasn’t just his voice, his enthusiasm for the game, but even after he no longer had a microphone, he was still with the team, really as the face of the franchise all over the community and greeting fans at ‘Schonley’s Place’ as they grabbed a beer during the game. One night I had the fortune of running into one of my idols and for a brief moment I got a picture with the man, he couldn’t have been more gracious with his minute or two. Listening about how many times as a child I went to sleep listening to his voice, just waiting for him to tell me and the rest of the Blazer fans tuning in “goodnight evvvvverybody.” Telling him about how he was one of the reasons I choose the career and life I did. I’m sure he’d heard a version of that story more times than he could count, but he humored me anyway. I know the local broadcaster has a special place in every city, but the Schonz felt different in that one sport city. Maybe it’s just me but it feels like not only the voice but the heart and soul of the Blazers has moved on. He lived a full and by all accounts great 93 years but it doesn’t mean he won’t still be missed. RIP Schonz!
