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The Official Thread of Opening Day

Discussion in 'Sports and News' started by zeke12, Apr 1, 2007.

  1. lisa_simpson

    lisa_simpson Active Member

    That would be $55 million man Gil Meche.
     
  2. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    That's fucking great.
     
  3. spnited

    spnited Active Member

     
  4. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    Maybe he can throw money at them?
     
  5. Oz

    Oz Well-Known Member

    Last time Schilling pitched in KC, he gave up 10 extra-base hits, which tied the AL mark. Sox lost. Here's hoping for more of the same tomorrow.
     
  6. Armchair_QB

    Armchair_QB Well-Known Member

    I love Opening Day. Everybody's optimistic about their team and everybody's unbeaten.

    Except the Cardinals.
     
  7. spnited

    spnited Active Member

    And another Mets runaway in the NL East already has begun....
     
  8. outofplace

    outofplace Well-Known Member

    Two ancient starting pitchers leading the way.... a rotation only spnited could love.
     
  9. Armchair_QB

    Armchair_QB Well-Known Member

    Followed in October by a brief postseason appearance.
     
  10. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    Take it away, Ernest...

    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 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.


    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 let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,

    And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;

    And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,

    There was Johnny safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.


    Then from 5,000 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.


    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.


    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 from 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 he spheroid flew;

    But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."


    "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and the 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.
     
  11. Kable

    Kable Member

    ^I love that poem. Classic. Hopefully, I can catch the back end of the Sox v. Royals game after work.
     
  12. Angola!

    Angola! Guest

    Play ball!
    Why is Kruk doing the Yankees game? Kruk pretty much guaranteed ARod will opt out. I think he stays if the Yankees win the World Series, or he renogiates his deal with the Yankees to make even more money.
     
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