HAPPINESS IS LIKE A CUR DOG
The Thirty-Year Journey of a Major League Pitcher and Broadcaster

16 August 2010

Nelson Joseph "Nellie" King ~ 15 March 1928 - 11 August 2010

Nellie was called to the Field of Dreams in Heaven at 1:55 a.m., Wednesday, 11 August 2010. His loving daughters were by his side as he slipped out of this world.

Here is a poem that the family shared with friends, colleagues, former teammates, and all who knew and loved Nellie, in person, or on the air. He will be sorely missed.

Game Called

by Grantland Rice


Game Called. Across the field of play

the dusk has come, the hour is late.

The fight is done and lost or won,

the player files out through the gate.

The tumult dies, the cheer is hushed,

the stands are bare, the park is still.

But through the night there shines the light,

home beyond the silent hill.


Game Called. Where in the golden light

the bugle rolled the reveille.

The shadows creep where night falls deep,

and taps has called the end of play.


The game is done, the score is in,

the final cheer and jeer have passed.

But in the night, beyond the fight,

the player finds his rest at last.
Game Called. Upon the field of life

the darkness gathers far and wide,

the dream is done, the score is spun

that stands forever in the guide.


Nor victory, nor yet defeat

is chalked against the players name.

But down the roll, the final scroll,

shows only how he played the game.

The Thirty-Year Journey of a Major League Baseball Pitcher and Broadcaster