Posted by Ben Brothers at 4:07 pm, 28 September 2008 and filed under Wisconsin News.
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Above the fence in center field in rapid whirling flight
The sphere sailed on–the blot grew dim and then was lost to sight.
Ten thousand hats were thrown in air, ten thousand threw a fit
But no one ever found the ball that might Casey hit.
O, somewhere in this favored land dark clouds may hide the sun,
And somewhere bands no longer play and children have no fun!
And somewhere over blighted lives there hangs a heavy pall.
But Mudville hearts are happy now, for Casey hit the ball.
September 28th, 2008 at 7:14 pm
Above the fence in center field in rapid whirling flight
The sphere sailed on–the blot grew dim and then was lost to sight.
Ten thousand hats were thrown in air, ten thousand threw a fit
But no one ever found the ball that might Casey hit.
O, somewhere in this favored land dark clouds may hide the sun,
And somewhere bands no longer play and children have no fun!
And somewhere over blighted lives there hangs a heavy pall.
But Mudville hearts are happy now, for Casey hit the ball.
September 29th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Brilliant!
September 30th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
wOOt!
September 30th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
wOOt!