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.
Just so y'all don't get too cocky.
(Whole poem here; despite my disregard for baseball (I don't hate baseball; for me to hate it, I'd have to actually *care*), I've always liked the poem).
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To be honest it is kind of eerie.
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Big Papi is the ultimate source of all calm. When he bats, all is right in the world... at least for a few moments.
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I tried it... it doesn't work.
Im sure you can come up with something else that will fill me with an undeniable clamness >:-)
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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.
Just so y'all don't get too cocky.
(Whole poem here; despite my disregard for baseball (I don't hate baseball; for me to hate it, I'd have to actually *care*), I've always liked the poem).
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