From: crosmun@crosmun.rtp.dg.com (William Crosmun)
Subject: Re: Casey at the Bat
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 92 19:30:34 GMT
Organization: Data General Corporation, RTP, NC.
Keywords: baseball

In article <1992Sep27.213115.25574@vatmom.COM> frank@vatmom.COM (Frank M. Haynes) writes:
>
>                      CASEY AT THE BAT
>                             by
>                   Ernest Lawrence Thayer
>

I don't know what the point of this posting was, but it's all wrong.

>The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
>The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
>And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
>A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day
the score stood two to four with but one inning left to play
So when Cooney died at second and Burroughs did the same
a pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of the game

>
>A straggling few got up to go in deep dispair.  The rest
>Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
>They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that --
>We'd put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest
With the hope which springs eternal within the human breast
For they thought, "If only Casey could get a whack at that"
They'd put even money now with Casey at the bat

>
>But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
>And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
>So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
>For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, and likewise so did Blake
And the former was a pudd'n and the latter was a fake.
So on that stricken multitude a deathlike silence sat
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

>
>But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
>And Blake, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
>And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
>There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all
And the much despis-ed Blakey tore the cover off the ball
And when the dust had lifted and they saw what had occurred
There was Blakey safe at second, and Flynn ahuggin' third.

>
>Then from 5000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
>It rumbled through the valley; it rattled in the dell;
>It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
>For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

Then from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell
It rumbled on the mountaintop and rattled in the dell
It struck upon the hillside and rebounded on the flat
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

>
>There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
>There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
>And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
>No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

 {This one is correct!}

>
>Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
>Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
>Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
>Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.
>
>And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
>And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
>Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
>``That ain't my style,'' said Casey. ``Strike one.'' the umpire said.
>
>From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
>Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
>``Kill him!  Kill the umpire!'' shouted someone on the stand;
>And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
>
>With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
>He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
>He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
>But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said. ``Strike two.''
>
>``Fraud!'' cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
>But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
>They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
>And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.
>
>The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
>He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
>And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go.
>And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
>
>Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
>The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
>And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
>But there is no joy in Mudville -- mighty Casey has struck out.

These last few have a few errors, but nothing as horrible as the first set.
(for instance storm-tide, not storm-waves; he MADE the game go on; 
 cruel VENGEANCE, etc., not enough to make a federal case about)  

>
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>+1 404 279-4626                                     frank@vatmom.COM


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