Brother In The Booth
The windows open
On a bright spring day
Sound of men shouting
“I’ll lead the way!”
He sits in a perch
High above ground zero
Admiring those preceding him
Most of them heroes
Scully and Costas, to name a few
His booming voice paints the view
“Hello everyone, my name is Benjamin Kelly.”
The nerves shooting through him
Circulating his belly
Sorting his papers
The microphone turns on
The batters steps in
His dream revs on
Through the innings we go
Batters stumped
Pitcher’s perfect
What never falters is his flow
Mid 7th we stretch
The 8th, we grind
The 9th shows all
All on his mind
Until the final catch
“And that’s the ball game!”
He shouts with joy
He now, no longer is a broadcasting boy
The top line reads St. Louis
5, 9, 0
The bottom reads Chicago
0, 0, 0