In honor of all the grieving fans in Denver after striking out at the Super Bowl yet again, I thought Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s “Casey at the Bat” was an appropriate excerpt for this week. And while the poem actually doesn’t end, There is no joy in Colorado, mighty Peyton has struck out, the message is the same.
First published in The Examiner on June 3, 1888
Casey at the Bat
by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
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.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that –
We’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat.
Spring training starts in a month. Perhaps the Rockies will beat the Mariners in the World Series come November. Or perhaps not, in which case I will have more time to write.