My oh my. I don't believe it. No
I don't. It isn't possible he's gone
The voice I've listened to for such a long
Beloved time, first voluble and strong
Then still prolific, but starting to go
At last so conversational, but wan
Yet not ready to leave - no, not at all.
How could the batter step up to the plate,
The pitcher pitch, the fielders stand and wait,
The double down the line roll toward the wall,
The runner turn at third before the ball
Is fielded, and the throw at last be late,
The mob at home begin to ululate
Without him there to mark it with his call?
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