A song for Andrew Miller
Nothing says goodnight like the sight of 10 foot double doors opening wide, while a bass drum violently thumps through the Yankee stadium speakers with raging guitar riffs cutting through the roar of the crowd. On the sunniest of days, a voice summons the darkness to enter and the light to exit. This all sets the tone for the man who jogs to his stage to perform the final act of the day. His body language is that of a stone. There are no interpretations to his calculated moves, only execution. Ninety feet away stands his adversary. By now the crescendo at full peak, he starts to wonder how he can prevent intimidation from becoming a factor. But alas, it is too late, for the Sandman has put him to sleep.