On June 3rd 1888 the classical poem familiar to all of us who love our national pastime was originally published.
So yesterday I did a little thinking about it, penned this brief summary, and present it here with my sincerest apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer.
It was ten bakers dozen plus three years ago
What was a simple game back then has now become the show
Five thousand gathered to see Mudville's nine that day
But just whom was their opponent no one can say
They came to see characters like Barrows and Cooney
One a bona fide fool and the other quite looney
There was also that ne’er do well fielder called Flynn
Could Jimmy Blake or Casey help procure them a win?
With but one final out left and down by two
Hope was fading quickly and the throng feeling blue
But Flynn got a hit and Blake got a double
The crowd stood and screamed loudly “Now, you’ve got trouble!”
For it was Casey that now could arise
To the adoring tumult of their shouts and their cries
He acknowledged the assembly as he strode to the plate
Knowing with the bat in his hand he held the games fate
He seemed as if to not have a care
Unflinching as two strikes passed through the air
Everyone yelled at and booed the umpire of course
But the only result was their throat feeling hoarse
Casey held his head high as the ball was hurled once again
To not swing at this one would be considered a sin
He took his game winning swing with the score of 4-2 in doubt
But Mudville will not rejoice for mighty Casey has struck out
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