For Love of the Game
Songs, Stories and Poems from America's Favorite Pastime
" Casey at the Bat Ernest 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 Burrows 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 but get a whack at that, They'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 pudd'n, and the latter was a fake, So upon the stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little hope 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 they saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe on second, and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a mighty yell, It rumbled in the valley and it rattled on the dell, It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled on the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped up to 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 as he wiped them on his shirt. And when 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 comes hurtling through the air, And Casey stands 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 arose a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on some stern and distant shore. "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone in 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!
Who's On First
Abbott & Costello Abbott: Well Costello, I'm going to New York with you. The Yankee's manager gave me a job as coach for as long as your on the team. Costello: Look Abbott, if you're the coach, you must know all the players. Abbott: I certainly do. Costello: Well you know I've never met the guys. So you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's playing on the team. Abbott: Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give these ball players now-a-days very peculiar names. Costello: You mean funny names? Abbott: Strange names, pet names...like Dizzy Dean... Costello: His brother Daffy Abbott: Daffy Dean... Costello: And their French cousin. Abbott: French? Costello: Goofe' Abbott: Goofe' Dean. Well, let's see, we have on the bags, Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know is on third... Costello: That's what I want to find out. Abbott: I say Who's on first, What's on second, I Don't Know's on third. Costello: Are you the manager? Abbott: Yes. Costello: You gonna be the coach too? Abbott: Yes. Costello: And you don't know the fellows' names. Abbott: Well I should. Costello: Well then who's on first? Abbott: Yes. Costello: I mean the fellow's name. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy on first. Abbott: Who. Costello: The first baseman. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy playing... Abbott: Who is on first! Costello: I'm asking you who's on first. Abbott: That's the man's name. Costello: That's who's name? Abbott: Yes. Costello: Well go ahead and tell me. Abbott: That's it. Costello: That's who? Abbott: Yes.
PAUSE
Costello: Look, you gotta first baseman? Abbott: Certainly. Costello: Who's playing first? Abbott: That's right. Costello: When you pay off the first baseman every month, who gets the money? Abbott: Every dollar of it. Costello: All I'm trying to find out is the fellow's name on first base. Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy that gets... Abbott: That's it. Costello: Who gets the money... Abbott: He does, every dollar of it. Sometimes his wife comes down and collects it. Costello: Who's wife? Abbott: Yes.
PAUSE
Abbott: What's wrong with that? All I wanna know is when you sign up the first baseman, how does he sign his name? Abbott: Who. Costello: The guy. Abbott: Who. Costello: How does he sign... Abbott: That's how he signs it. Costello: Who? Abbott: Yes.
PAUSE
Costello: All I'm trying to find out is what's the guys name on first base. Abbott: No. What is on second base. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first. Costello: One base at a time! Abbott: Well, don't change the players around.
Costello: I'm not changing nobody! Abbott: Take it easy, buddy. Costello: I'm only asking you, who's the guy on first base? Abbott: That's right. Costello: Ok. Abbott: Alright.
PAUSE
Costello: What's the guy's name on first base? Abbott: No. What is on second. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first. Costello: I don't know. Abbott: He's on third, we're not talking about him. Costello: Now how did I get on third base? Abbott: Why you mentioned his name. Costello: If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third? Abbott: No. Who's playing first. Costello: What's on first? Abbott: What's on second. Costello: I don't know. Abbott: He's on third. Costello: There I go, back on third again!
PAUSE
Costello: Would you just stay on third base and don't go off it. Abbott: Alright, what do you want to know? Costello: Now who's playing third base? Abbott: Why do you insist on putting Who on third base? Costello: What am I putting on third. Abbott: No. What is on second. Costello: You don't want who on second? Abbott: Who is on first. Costello: I don't know. Together: Third base!
PAUSE
Costello: Look, you got an outfield? Abbott: Sure. Costello: The left fielder's name? Abbott: Why. Costello: I just thought I'd ask you. Abbott: Well, I just thought I'd tell ya. Costello: Then tell me who's playing left field. Abbott: Who's playing first. Costello: I'm not...stay out of the infield!!! I want to know what's the guy's name in left field? Abbott: No, What is on second. Costello: I'm not asking you who's on second. Abbott: Who's on first! Costello: I don't know. Together: Third base!
PAUSE
Costello: The left fielder's name? Abbott: Why. Costello: Because! Abbott: Oh, he's center field.
PAUSE
Costello: Look, You gotta pitcher on this team? Abbott: Sure. Costello: The pitcher's name? Abbott: Tomorrow. Costello: You don't want to tell me today? Abbott: I'm telling you now. Costello: Then go ahead. Abbott: Tomorrow! Costello: What time? Abbott: What time what? Costello: What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me who's pitching? Abbott: Now listen. Who is not pitching. Costello: I'll break your arm if you say who's on first!!! I want to know what's the pitcher's name? Abbott: What's on second. Costello: I don't know. Together: Third base!
PAUSE
Costello: Gotta a catcher? Abbott: Certainly. Costello: The catcher's name? Abbott: Today. Costello: Today, and tomorrow's pitching. Abbott: Now you've got it. Costello: All we got is a couple of days on the team.
PAUSE
Costello: You know I'm a catcher too. Abbott: So they tell me. Costello: I get behind the plate to do some fancy catching, Tomorrow's pitch- ing on my team and a heavy hitter gets up. Now the heavy hitter bunts the ball. When he bunts the ball, me, being a good catcher, I'm gonna throw the guy out at first. So I pick up the ball and throw it to who? Abbott: Now that's the first thing you've said right. Costello: I don't even know what I'm talking about!
PAUSE
Abbott: That's all you have to do. Costello: Is to throw the ball to first base. Abbott: Yes! Costello: Now who's got it? Abbott: Naturally.
PAUSE
Costello: Look, if I throw the ball to first base, somebody's gotta get it. Now who has it? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Who? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Naturally? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: So I pick up the ball and I throw it to Naturally. Abbott: No you don't you throw the ball to Who. Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's different. Costello: That's what I said. Abbott: Your not saying it... Costello: I throw the ball to Naturally. Abbott: You throw it to Who. Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's it. Costello: That's what I said! Abbott: You ask me. Costello: I throw the ball to who? Abbott: Naturally. Costello: Now you ask me. Abbott: You throw the ball to Who? Costello: Naturally. Abbott: That's it. Costello: Same as you! Same as YOU!!! I throw the ball to who. Whoever it is drops the ball and the guy runs to second. Who picks up the ball and throws it to What. What throws it to I Don't Know. I Don't Know throws it back to Tomorrow, Triple play. Another guy gets up and hits a long fly ball to Because. Why? I don't know! He's on third and I don't give a darn! Abbott: What? Costello: I said I don't give a darn! Abbott: Oh, that's our shortstop!!!!!!
Centerfield
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone - the sun came out today! We're born again, there's new grass on the field. A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man; Anyone can understand the way I feel.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine, watchin' it from the bench; You know I took some lumps when the Mighty Casey struck out. So Say Hey Willie, tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio; Don't say "it ain't so", you know the time is now.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah! I got it, I got it!
Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes; You know I think it's time to give this game a ride. Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all - a moment in the sun; (pop) It's gone and you can tell that one goodbye!
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Oh, put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Put me in, Coach - I'm ready to play today; Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Yeah!
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Katie Casey was base ball mad. Had the fever and had it bad; Just to root for the home town crew, Ev'ry sou Katie blew. On a Saturday, he young beau Called to see if she'd like to go, To see a show but Miss Kate said, "No, I'll tell you what you can do."
"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
Katie Casey saw all the games, Knew the players by their first names; Told the umpire he was wrong, All along good and strong. When the score was just two to two, Katie Casey knew what to do, Just to cheer up the boys she knew, She made the gang sing this song:
"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double- Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Life
By Jim "Mudcat" Grant
Life is like a game of baseball, You play it every day. It isn't just the breaks you get, But the kind of game you play.
So stop and look your whole team over, And you'll find dedication there. You're bound to be a winner, With men who really care.
Your pitcher's name is courage, You need him in the game. For faith and trust your keystone men, The grounders they will tame.
Your center fielder is very fast, Though small and hard to see. So watch him, son, when he gets, The ball he's opportunity.
In left field there's ambition, Never let him shirk. For in right field there's a husky man, I'm told his name is work.
At first base there's religion, He's stood the test of time. At third base there's brotherhood, The stalwart of the nine.
Your catcher's name is humor, He's important to the scheme. For with honor warming in the bull pen, The game is always clean.
With love on the bench, You've perfection no less. With a winning team, And joy and happiness.
Your other team is strong, son, Greed, hatred, envy and defeat. Are for strong infielders, You'll have to buck to make your game complete.
Deceitfulness and a man called waste, Are always playing hard. Selfishness and jealousy, None can you disregard.
Carelessness and falsehood, Are the big boys in the pen. You'll have to swing hard, son, When you come up to them.
There's one more man you'll have to watch, He's always very near. He's the pitcher on that team, And I'm told his name is Fear.
This game will not be easy, There'll be trouble, there'll be strife. To make the winning runs, my boy, For this game is played on the field of life.
So stand behind your team, my boy, There'll be many who'll applaud. Just remember that you're the player, And the umpire here is God.
Baseball Quotations
"Closing games in the big leagues is a lot like landing airplanes. A successful effort rarely warrants notice and a failure is considered a full-scale disaster."
-- Mets' closer John Franco
"All I ever wanted to be was a Yankee. When I was a kid I was always hoping there'd be a jersey left for me to wear with a single digit."
-- Derek Jeter (#2)
"I told him I wasn't tired. He told me, 'No, but the outfielders sure are.'"
-- Pitcher Jim Kern
"I can sit in a ballpark after a game and love looking at the field. Everybody's gone, and the ballpark is empty, and I'll sit there. I sit there and think, 'Is this as close to heaven as I'm going to get?' Or, 'If I get to heaven, will there be baseball?'"
-- Kim Voisard, Colorado Silver Bullets
1986 World Series, Game 6:
"And the pitch by Stanley, and a ground ball, trickling... It is a fair ball, gets by Buckner! Rounding third Knight, the Mets will win the ballgame! The Mets win! They win!"
-- Bob Murphy
"When I started it was played by nine tough competitors on grass, in graceful ball parks. By the time I finished, there were ten men on each side, the game was played indoors, on plastic, and I had to spend half my time watching out for a man dressed in a chicken suit trying to kiss me." Ron Luciano
- I think there are only three things America will be known for 2, 000 years from now when they study this civilization: the Constitution, jazz music and baseball.
- --Gerald Early
Baseball ought never be hurried. It is the only unhurried institution we have left, which is one reason, I think, we love it.
--James Kilpatrick
"If the Yankees and Mets ever met in a World Series, they'd have to play it in seven ballparks - the fans would tear one down after every game." -- Lenny Dykstra
"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do: I stare out the window and wait for spring." -- Rogers Hornsby
"How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." -- Lou Pinella on coming back from 15 runs down
"Good memories are the greatest thing in the world, and I've got a lot of those. And one of the sweetest is of the kid standing out on the green grass in center field, with the winning runs on base, saying to himself, 'Hit it to me. Hit it to me!'"
-- Pete Reiser
"Rich Folkers is throwing up in the bullpen." - Padres Announcer Jerry Coleman
"There's a deep fly ball... Winfield goes back, back... his head hits the wall ... it's rolling towards second base." - Jerry Coleman
"Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball." - Jacques Barzun, French diplomat.
You should enter a ballpark the way you enter a church." - Bill Lee
"The only thing Earl [Weaver] knows about big-league pitching is that he couldn't hit it." - Jim Palmer
"I took the two most expensive aspirins in history." - Wally Pipp, replaced by Lou Gehrig
"I'd walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball." - Pete Rose
"I keep my eyes clear and I hit 'em where they ain't." - Wee Willie Keeler
"I knew it was going to be a bad season when on opening day during the national anthem one of my players turns to me and says, 'Every time I hear that song I have a bad game.'" -- manager Jim Leyland
"You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time." - Jim Bouton
"You can't sit on a lead and run a few plays into the line and just kill the clock. You've got to throw the ball over the plate and give the other man his chance. That's why baseball is the greatest game of them all." -- Earl Weaver.
"If you're not having fun in baseball, you miss the point of everything." -- Chris Chambliss.
"Baseball's unique possession is the fan's memory of the times his daddy took him to see the great players of his youth. The excitement of those hours, the step they represented in his growth and the part of those afternoons - even one afternoon - played in his relationship with his father are bound up in his feeling toward the game. When he takes his own son to the game, as his father once took him, there is a spanning of the generations that is warm and rich and - if I may use the word - lovely." -- owner Bill Veeck
"Lets play two!" - Ernie Banks
"Can't anybody here play this game?" - Casey Stengel
"Most ball games are lost, not won." - Casey Stengel
"Ten million years from now, when then sun burns out and the Earth is just a frozen iceball hurtling through space, nobody's going to care whether or not I got this guy out." - Tug McGraw
I'm just a ballplayer with one ambition, and that is to give all I've got to help my ball club win. I've never played any other way." - Joe DiMaggio
"If Casey Stengel were alive today, he'd be spinning in his grave." - Ralph Kiner
"Solo homers usually come with no one on base." - Ralph Kiner
"The way to catch a knuckleball is to wait until it stops rolling and then pick it up." - Bob Uecker
And, of course, the king of Baseball Quotations, Yogi Berra:
"All pitchers are liars or crybabies."
"A nickel ain't worth a dime anymore."
"Baseball is ninety percent mental. The other half is physical."
"Bill Dickey is learning me his experience."
"He hits from both sides of the plate. He's amphibious."
"How can a you hit and think at the same time?"
"I always thought that record would stand until it was broken."
"I can see how he (Sandy Koufax) won twenty-five games. What I don't understand is how he lost five."
"I don't know. They had bags over their heads." - Asked if the fans that ran naked on the field were men or women.
"If people don't want to come out to the ballpark, how are you going to stop them?"
"I'm a lucky guy and I'm happy to be with the Yankees. And I want to thank everyone for making this night necessary."
"I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did."
"In baseball, you don't know nothing."
"I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting, how can I get mad at myself?"
"I never said most of the things I said."
"It ain't the heat, it's the humility."
"It gets late early out there."
"I think Little League is wonderful. It keeps the kids out of the house."
"It's like deja vu all over again."
"I wish everybody had the drive he had. He never did anything wrong on the field. I'd never seen him dive for a ball, everything was a chest-high catch, and he never walked off the field."
"Little League baseball is a very good thing because it keeps the parents off the streets."
"Nobody goes there anymore because it's too crowded."
"So I'm ugly. I never saw anyone hit with his face."
"Take it with a grin of salt."
"The game's isn't over until it's over."
"The towels were so thick there I could hardly close my suitcase."
"You can observe a lot just by watching."
"You should always go to other people's funerals, otherwise, they won't come to yours."
"You've got to be very careful if you don't know where you are going because you might not get there."
"We made too many wrong mistakes."
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
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