It might be, it could be... it is! A home run!

The immortal words of Harry Caray — “It might be, it could be... it is! A home run!” — ring through the annals of American sport like a trumpet of triumph. They are not merely the cry of a broadcaster, but the song of hope itself. In those few words lives the heartbeat of every dreamer, every believer, every soul that has watched the impossible unfold before their eyes. For Caray, the beloved voice of baseball, spoke not only of the game but of life itself — of uncertainty, of faith, and of the joyous moment when hope becomes reality.

Harry Caray, the legendary baseball announcer, was a man whose voice became the music of the ballpark. From St. Louis to Chicago, his words carried across generations, binding fathers and sons, friends and strangers, in a shared communion of anticipation. The phrase, uttered countless times as a ball arced toward the heavens, captures the drama of potential — that sacred space between what might be and what is. Caray’s call was not cold narration; it was poetry in motion, a living echo of the human spirit that dares to believe even when the outcome is uncertain.

In those three rising phrases — “It might be, it could be... it is!” — we hear the progression of all great endeavors. Life begins in possibility, moves through doubt, and culminates in revelation. The first words, “It might be,” are the whisper of hope — the seed of every dream that stirs within the heart. “It could be,” is the courage to believe, the faith that something good may yet come. And then, at last, “It is!” — the cry of fulfillment, when effort meets destiny, and the impossible is made real. In that climactic declaration, Caray gives voice to every victory that mankind has ever known, from the smallest triumph to the grandest achievement.

The spirit of these words can be found in the story of Babe Ruth, the Sultan of Swat, who stood before roaring crowds and pointed his bat toward the outfield wall — a gesture of confidence that seemed almost madness. The pitcher threw, the crowd gasped, and the ball soared high into the afternoon sky. It might be... it could be... it is! The prophecy was fulfilled, and Ruth’s defiance became legend. Yet beyond the myth lies the deeper truth: that every great moment begins with uncertainty. Every “home run” — whether in sport, art, or life — is born from the courage to swing, to risk, to hope.

Caray’s words also remind us that joy comes not only in success, but in the anticipation of success — in that fleeting moment when the heart races and the soul leans forward. It is the same joy that poets feel when inspiration strikes, that explorers know when they glimpse a new horizon, that lovers sense when their affection is returned. The beauty of “It might be, it could be...” lies in its uncertainty — for life’s greatest pleasures are not in guarantees, but in the shimmering tension of what might yet be possible.

And yet, his call also teaches gratitude — for the home run, once struck, is not merely the victory of the batter, but of all who believed with him. The fans who held their breath, the teammates who watched in faith, the children in the stands who dreamed of one day doing the same — all share in that moment of wonder. So too in life, every triumph is a communal one, built upon the hopes, labors, and unseen encouragements of many. Caray’s jubilant cry unites all who hear it in a single heartbeat of shared joy.

So, my children, let this timeless cry be your anthem in the game of life: “It might be, it could be... it is!” When you face the unknown, let hope be your swing and faith your follow-through. Dare to dream, even when the odds seem long. Celebrate the journey as much as the victory, for every act of courage carries within it the seed of triumph. And when at last your own “home run” comes — when your hard work, patience, and belief bear fruit — lift your voice like Harry Caray, full of wonder and gratitude, and proclaim to the heavens that eternal truth: It might be, it could be... it is! — the anthem of all who live boldly, love deeply, and never cease to believe in the beauty of the moment.