Essay About Johnny Carson And Late Night Tv Show

I Dreamed
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“Full count on Mantle.” If you believe anything could happen. “He swings. It’s a fly to deep centerfield. It’s, IT’S, IT’S OUTTA here! Mantle wins the game in the bottom of the ninth inning.” That was me as Ole Red, The Redhead, Red Barber. I was honing my play by play skills – “Hard grounder to MacDouglas, over to Rizzuto who leaps over the sliding Stanky, back to first, double play! The yankees are moving to the playoffs ” — as a Yankee broadcaster. after I got in the Hall of Fame for stealing the most bases, ‘cause I was fast, you bet, ‘especially when I was being chased. My dad was looking for me, and I’d slid under my sister’s bed. He looked under there to. But he didn’t see me. Know why? Because I’m invisible and no one can touch me , no one can hurt me . See,there’s a rip in the mattress where the springs and cotton is totally missing and these boards I could lie down on perfect. I could sleep safe with my radio, and I’d dream I was a baseball card living inside the Hall of Fame. I practiced pitching in my room ‘til my Mom would say goodnight. Then, I’d sneak into my sister’s room,id announce all the games to her that night . Then after the game, she’d read to me. ….. One night the door opened up and the light was shining thru. A shadow stood in the middle. A couple steps coming into the room. And i thought for sure he found me. But it couldnt be me? I was quiet as can be and she was pretending to be asleep? I didnt think anything of it tell the tv downstairs flicked on. It must have been Johnny carson or a late night TV show casue there was a lot of laughter. It was on a lot louder then normal and i didnt understand it? Then the bed grew heavy like so much pressure was adding on . then there was noises like they werent trying to make noises but somehow the noises kept escaping. I tried to turn the knob of the radio up louder but it just seemed every time i turned it up they grew louder with it. After a while the pressure gave away and what bothered me the most was…. He was humming. Or whistling like nothing ever happened. See if it only happened once i wouldnt say anything about it… but it happened 2-3 maybe even 4 times a week….. But the nights he didnt come in were the best nights ! i could practice my announcer voice and she would read to me and we got so close. One night when the door opened up my sister even asked me for help! And i told her to become invisible ! invisible like me! And no one can hurt you or harm you…. I dont think she knew how to do it…. Cause it happened again that night. After it happened… that was the first time my sis cried… then that gave me the idea!!! Mickey mantle ! the person who saved me, the person who helped