It was probably fitting that WPIX stopped having Yankees games right around the time when Rizzuto stepped out of the booth. He was colorful and entertaining, so much so that a book of poetry was made based on his words. I can't say he is what a commentator should be, but as a kid that didn't know any better, he was a delight.
Rizzuto's best season by far was his 1950 MVP season, where he compiled 200 hits to finish the year with a .324 BA, .418 OBP, a 122 OPS+, .297 EqA, and a 12.3 WARP3. He must have known he didn't have much time left, because last year, after being unable to decide which child of his should receive his MVP award, he auctioned it off and donated most of the proceeds to his favorite charity, St. Joseph’s School for the Blind in Jersey City, NJ.
With thoughts of baseball and cannoli, I'll end this with Rizzuto's own words:
Faith. You gotta have faith.
You know, they say time heals all wounds,
And I don't quite agree with that a hundred percent.
It gets you to cope with wounds.
You carry them the rest of your life.