James Brown’s wife Dorothy Brown does not have the sportscasting ability of her husband, but she does have an equal measure of his devoutness. The couple are extremely religious and take part in all sorts of Church group what-have-you’s and gatherings of all stripe.
Brown and his wife Dorothy also have a daughter named Katrina who has three daughters of her own with her husband John, making Dorothy and Jimmy grandparents. I’ve always thought James Brown’s demeanor was perfectly suited for the role of grandfather– he’s always jolly and laughing heartily; I can see him giving out candies and grandparenty gifts to youngsters. One thing that always messed me up when I’d watch Fox NFL Sunday is his actual name: James Brown. Whenever I’d see the name, my brain would misfire for a split second and think “Hey, what the hell is the Godfather of Soul doing in a football broadcasting booth?” But then I’d look at the guy and realize oh that’s some other James Brown, and he probably can’t sing or dance nearly as well.
I wonder if Brown’s wife Dorothy sits at home watching James do his commentary and good-natured prattle and laughs at the same stuff he laughs at. That is, I wonder if she laughs at everything. I’ve always found Brown’s antics a little overwrought. He always appears to have taken in just a little too much jolly juice, and the stuff he laughs at is not funny at all. I understand it’s a way to build rapport amongst the broadcasting brethren, but it gets a little tired for me. Brown’s inimitable voice, however, kind of defined NFL Sunday. It’s a big, booming, footbally voice. Again, I wonder if Brown’s wife Dorothy has a voice just as booming and footbally, or is it the opposite? Is her voice a tiny mouse voice, and was her attraction to Brown spurred on by the boominess?
