Yup, very sad indeed. Growing up in a Yankees house in suburban Joisey, Scooter's Yanks play-by-play was a rite of passage. He outlived both of my Italian grandparents who loved him, so I imagine they'll have plenty to say to one another beyond the pearly gates.
FWIW, despite cringing to this day everytime I hear anything off of Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell (in no small part due to extreme overplay by radio and friends in the summer of '77), the best part of Paradise By The Dashboard Light is The Scooter's commentary juxtaposed over the squeals of teenage lust, LOL!