By Stuart Shea
There will be no wrapup.
There will be no highlights.
There will be no lamplights or postgame beers;
After 39 years
The Phillies have laryngitis.
Does God give us life to spite us?
Or is it stupid to hold to our fear
Of eternal nothingness?
If even a voice like Harry’s can be silenced in the great hall of life and death,
Then what’s the use of taking another breath?
In memory of Harry Kalas (1936-2009)
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