Daily Inspiration Quote by Harry Caray

Suspense is doing all the work here, and Harry Caray knows it. “It might be, it could be... it is!” is a miniature drama staged in real time: three beats that track the ball’s flight and the crowd’s rising certainty. The ellipses aren’t decoration; they’re broadcast craft, a way of making the viewer’s body lean forward. By the time “A home run!” lands, the call feels less like information than release.

Caray’s intent is emotional, not forensic. Plenty of announcers can tell you distance, angle, exit velocity. Caray is selling the moment’s heartbeat, turning a single swing into a shared civic event. The subtext is communal permission: it’s OK to lose your cool. In an era before highlight clips were endlessly replayed and quantified, the voice on the radio or TV wasn’t just narrating baseball; it was authoring memory. His escalating certainty invites fans to climb the same ladder of hope together, then jump.

Context matters: Caray’s persona was as famous as the Cubs he called - exuberant, slightly unruly, a little vaudeville. That entertainer’s instinct is why the line sticks. It’s not poetry polished in advance; it’s showmanship that treats sport like theater, where anticipation is the point and the punchline is joy. The call doesn’t merely mark a home run; it manufactures a collective “we were there,” even if you were just on the couch.