I’m beyond saddened to hear the news of Marcus Kronick’s passing. Marcus WAS sports in this town. He loved CofC. He loved The Stingrays. He loved the Riverdogs. He loved his alma mater, UAB. He was my company on so many hundreds of afternoons and evenings at Patriots Point. At the Coliseum. At TD Arena. At Joe Riley Park. He was iconic. His knowledge of Charleston sports was unsurpassed. But more, he was simply a good person. A caring soul. He laughed. He thought every pick off was a balk. He knew statistics and baseball cards more than anybody I know. He sat and told me story after story after story. They really are the soundtrack of so many years of covering games across town. I remember he was so missed during Covid, CofC coaches purchased a Marcus cutout to place in the seats. We chatted about every Jewish holiday and Jewish athlete known to man. I remember tearing up I was laughing so hard when he was yelling about a certain player hitting a home run on Passover and that he was “fueled by matzah” He didn’t lose a sports argument. No last name was ever needed. In lowcountry sports, he was simply- Marcus. Ask any coach who has patrolled our sidelines, dugouts or benches. They’ll know the voice. It’ll be missed so dearly. May his memory be a blessing.