I have that Lyle Bremser radio call in my music library on my phone. I always sparks me up when I'm in shuffle mode (listening to music, not walking ... yet) and it plays in the truck. I miss listening to games with Lyle on the call.
Random story associated with that clip: Many moons ago a bunch of us did a "fly and ride" Harley tour of Yellowstone Park and the surrounding area. We flew into Billings and thundered around the Park on rented bikes, which was a cool way to see and experience Yellowstone (except for being chased by buffalo, who apparently do NOT care for the dulcet tones emitted by the Harley V-Twin motor & exhaust).
I've got music playing as we're riding down the highway, and the Lyle Bremser call comes on, so I crank it up. We're playing VA Tech at the time, and three guys come riding up next to me immediately, with "Is that the game?" "How are you getting the game out here?" "What station is it on?" kind of questions.
I'm laughing so hard I'm struggling to keep the Ultra Glide upright and finally had to yell at them, "You cot dam heathens can't even recognize Lyle Bremser's voice? The man has been dead for a decade? Fan card REVOKED!" Suddenly, middle fingers were extended in my direction, probably deserved.
(Note: we lost the game that day on the long pass play given up by the safety from Bellevue. His name escapes me right now (Matt Hanlon?) or perhaps I struck it from my memory banks as an homage to his ineptitude that afternoon)