One of the commentators for the Bucks/Pats game

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has a voice that sounds just like my late brother.

It's really uncanny, and I get flashbacks every time he starts talking.

It's the guy with the kind of gravelly quality to his voice....

[SCantiGOP]

1. I think you mean Al Michaels, the play-by-play guy

Chris Collingsworth, who was a receiver at Florida and then for Cincinnati in the NFL, is what they call the Color Commentator.

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2. No, I'm pretty sure it's not Al Michaels. I recognize his voice.

I just didn't know Chris Collingsworth's name. He's the one who always talks second....

But thanks.

[3catwoman3]

3. That must be rather eerie.

My brother died much too young at 23, way back in 1978. I can, of course, see his face clearly, but not until reading your OP did it occur to me that I don't think I can recall his voice any longer.

Do you find it a source of comfort or distress? Please don't answer if this is too personal.

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4. Not really either....

It's just surprising.

It's been almost 30 years that he and two others in his family died in a car crash. Their car was hit by a drunk driver, so the sadness of that event is always a part of remembering him. But this man's voice sounds like when my brother was happy and excited about something, and that makes me happy. I hope I didn't bum you out by relaying this story. It's a shock to hear about, but we've all adjusted by now....But seriously, Chris C's voice is like my brother is in the room.

[3catwoman3]

5. Not bummed out at all. Intrigued. Of all the many thoughts I have coped with...

…over the years, after reading your post, to realize that I apparently have not thought about the sound of his voice was a surprise. I’ve been trying to conjure it since reading your post, and have been unable to do so. I would not have expected there to be any new ideas to contemplate about such a long-ago life-changing event - 1978.

He’s been gone so long that there are moments when I almost feel like I imagined him. I don’t know about you, but I find that losing the one person you shared your childhood with in some ways partly negates it because you don’t have anyone to share those memories with. It was just the 2 of us. We were very close. I was 3 years older. I envy people from bigger families. I miss being a sister.

I hope I am not bumming you out. I think there is almost always something to be gained when hearing about others’ experiences dealing with the never-ending task of adjusting to sibling loss.

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6. Is it Chris Collinsworth?

[Sogo]

7. Yes.