My favorite part about sitting in the Yankee Stadium press box is getting the chance to watch Bill Shannon, the official scorer, in action. Shannon, who for years was the head of public relations at MSG, was ripped out of the pages of Damon Runyon. He sounded like Will Ferrell doing Harry Carey and looked as if he’d been drawn by Walt Kelly. He was a bona fide gem.
I was shocked and saddened to learn that Shannon died in a house fire. According to an AP report:
William Shannon was unable to escape the flames that consumed the West Caldwell home where he lived with his elderly mother Tuesday.
Neighbors tell News 12-New Jersey they were able to rescue the mother through the front door.
One neighbor placed a ladder up to the second floor to reach Shannon. But a neighbor says the 69-year-old told them he couldn’t break the window and he disappeared into the thick smoke.
What a horrible twist of fate. I spoke to Shannon a few times but didn’t know him. I hope that the New York papers are filled with stories over the coming days.
At least Mr. Sheppard has good company.