Part of my childhood dies today.  That may sound a bit overly dramatic, and perhaps it is, but Marty Brennaman, the voice of Cincinnati Reds baseball, retires today after 46 years.  It’s the same voice that would put me to sleep while growing up in Northwest Ohio.  It’s the same voice I would attempt to decipher through the static of my AM radio when living in Northern Michigan.  And it’s the same voice I would hear clearly through the internet while living in Southern California. I have never known a summer without the voice of Marty Brennaman.  Lord willing, there will be many more summers of Reds baseball, but they won’t be quite the same.  Thanks Marty for being the soundtrack of so many summer nights.