Uh oh, talk about a morbid case of déjà vu. Almost eight years ago, Los Angeles lost one of its greatest voices and citizens when beloved sports commentator Chick Hearn suffered a fall near the presence of his wife at his home and died a few days later.

On March 18, the city’s other great sports voice suffered a similar fall in his home, also in the presence of his wife. Just like Marge Hearn did in 2002 when her husband fell, Sandra Hunt called 911 when Vin Scully reportedly took a fall as he got out of bed on Thursday.

The resulting chaos was not too promising, what with Scully later telling reporters he saw his own blood on the floor when he regained consciousness after his fall. In typical Vin Scully form, the Voice of the Dodgers spared no details in intricately detailing what happened last week.

“All of a sudden, I felt one of those big, bronchial coughs coming up, and I thought I could get to the bathroom,” Scully was quoted as telling the Associated Press. “So I jumped out of bed – bad idea – I got dizzy, and then, trying to keep the cough in until I got to the bathroom, I did something to myself. I’ll explain: I went from the bedroom toward the bathroom, and there was a marble floor, and all of a sudden, I blacked out. I woke up sitting in the floor, my wife calling 911 and blood on the floor.”

Such is the power of Scully’s mind – even in telling the tale of how he saw himself bleed, the man can paint a vivid picture.

This is what we would miss when Father Time finally comes knocking on Scully’s door. How blessed has Los Angeles been to have both Vinny and Chick grace our ears with their unique “word’s-eye view” of two of the cities’ most beloved teams. Add Kings’ commentator Bob Miller into the mix (who is recovering from the shingles), well, let us just say no city in the world can claim three men independently painting the most brilliant images in the heads of millions of local sports fans.

Such is the scary reality the faithful residents of Chavez Ravine must come to terms with – how will the Blue Crew life be without good ole Vinny. Thankfully, he reportedly survived his fall rather unscathed. With news reports indicating he hurt his head, bruised his arm, injured his back and survived the placement of a few staples to the back of his cranium, the 82-year-old commentator was apparently up-and-running in no time, what with his reporting to Dodgers’ spring training camp in Phoenix on Sunday, where he shared his story with the press.

“Instead of stitches, they put in five staples with a thing like a staple gun,” Scully told the press. “I will never go by that office supply store without thinking of what happened. I won’t mess around with a marble floor ever again. But I never thought I was in any [life-threatening] trouble at all.”

Thankfully, Scully’s fall was not life-threatening, and he was quickly back on his feet, calling a Dodger Cactus League matchup against Cleveland on Sunday afternoon. Just like that, the Blue Crew’s version of Old Faithful started off his spring season like nothing ever happened, passionately calling his favorite baseball team from his perfectly-positioned seat a few feet behind and above home plate.

How fortunate we are in Los Angeles to have Vinny find enough strength in him to return to the television booth. The man who can easily be called a “best friend” by millions of baseball lovers the world over could have very easily suffered the same fate as Chicky Baby did in 2002, when his slip and fall led to mortality.

Alas, last week’s fall is a scary reminder our beloved storyteller is as human as the rest of us. As much as we want to believe it, Vinny will not be with us forever.

In Los Angeles, Scully is more than just a commentator. He is family. Let Scully’s recent accident serve as a reminder of how fortunate we are to have him in our lives while never forgetting how he touched us.