The Voice of Larry Munson

I hadn't heard the voice of Larry Munson in a long time before last night when I found myself listening to a lot of his old calls on YouTube, and I'd forgotten how much that voice means to me. Hearing it again, now, I feel three feet tall and like my hand is something small reaching for the big, thick palm of my father's, to guide me through a sea of red and black ebbing out of Sanford Stadium, past the old rail tracks and back toward the First Presbyterian Church. And that's what Munson's voice was: a constellation crackling through the radio, guiding an entire state through the course of an SEC season, unafraid to make football out to be more than it is. It sparkled. It flared. It cracked. And it bled. Rest in peace, Larry. We will surely miss you.