Casey at the Bat

It’s been years since I’d heard or seen the famous Thayer poem, but watching Ken Burns’ Baseball series the other week, I was reminded of it. It’s quite an adorable piece, really.

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.

http://www.baseball-almanac.com/poetry/po_case.shtml

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