Recently went to a Spring Training game in Bradenton. Our home team, the Pirates (gold unis), lost to the visitor Rays. It was a kind of close game. But here is a moment of decisive action... and an excerpt from that great old baseball poem, "Casey at the Bat"...
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.
(And so did the Pirates that day...).