Your humor dryer,
Than a summer Scottsdale parking lot;
Your timing equal,
To James Brown's;
Your knowledge profound,
Wide and generous;
Your descriptions vivid;
Your mimicking of Vin -
Ah, perfect moment after perfect moment.
You're the only announcer,
To whom I stay tuned,
In a rain delay.
With Stanford sidekick David Braxton:
Sancho Panza/Tonto/Chico Marx/Dr. Watson/
Mr. Spock/Chewbacca;
Aristotle,
Contemplating Plato's freshest utterance.
Miller, you gotta quit ESPN,
Sending you hither and yon,
Every week,
Away from the story by the Bay.
Remain with the homies,
In your booth,
A lama on his hillside,
In reverent levitation,
Soaking in every nuance of the goings on,
Below on the greensward,
Disseminating ever-deeper observations;
And tossing off jokes,
The most popular guy at the party.
We deserve it, don't we?
O, Gigantic Victory!
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