Boog! The Big Baseball Musical

( Cosell is thrust back into the throng. Just then, all fall silent and all heads swing toward the door. There is the heavy clomp of giant footsteps offstage)

BRAMPSON—Wait a minute, everybody. Here he comes!

(The door opens and Boog Powell strides in. He is carrying three bats over his shoulder, all encrusted with diamonds and rubies, glinting in the light. He waves the bats over his head as the team surges forward to engulf him. In another moment he emerges on their shoulders, bouncing along awkwardly, ducking his head to avoid the ceiling)

BRAMPSON—Our hero!

CHORUS—For he's a jowly good fellow!

BRAMPSON—Most feared slugger....

SPORTSWRITER—And now hitting four-ninety-seven....

BRAMPSON—Well, we're on our way. Another pennant. Another World Series. And he'll hit....

SPORTSWRITER—Five hundred. Right, Boog?

BOOG—Maybe four-ninety-nine. Because only God....