The last game of the season (a blind man in the bleachers)david geddeshe's just the blind man in the bleachersto the local home town fansand he sits beneath the speakersway back in the standsand he listens to the play by playhe's just waiting for one namehe wants to hear his son get in the gamebut the boy's not just a herohe's strictly second teamtho he runs each night for touchdownsin his father's sweetest dreamshe's gonna be a star some daytho you might never tellbut the blind man in the bleachers knows he willand the last game of the season is a friday night at homeand no one knows the reason but the blind man didn't comeand his boy looks kinda nervoussometimes turns around and staresjust as tho' he sees the old man sittin' therethe local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will another player's down and nowhe's carried from the fieldat halftime in the locker roomthe kid goes off aloneand no one sees him talkin' on the phonethe game's already started when he gets back to the teamand half the crowd can hear his coach yell"where the hell you been?""just gettin' ready for the second half,"is all he'll say"cause now you're gonna let me in to play."without another word, he turns and runs into the gameand through the silence on the fieldloudspeakers call his nameit'll make the local papershow the team came from behindwhen they saw him playin' his heart to winand when the game was overthe coach asked him to tellwhat was it he was thinkin' of that made him play so well"you knew my dad was blind," he said"tonight he passed away""it's the first time that my father's seen me play