I wrote this poem when I heard he passed away:

Whether it was the Raiders, Warriors or A's,
he could describe with zeal all of the plays.

He had genuine enthusiasm for calling the game,
I don't think anyone could quite do the same.

He could paint a picture of a moment so tense,
and as the play unfolded he made it make sense.

He always had the right word to say,
as this silly little poem attempts to convey

with attention to detail he never missed a thing,
God, I loved listening to Bill King.

Butch