Come on. He looked like he was going to fall over after the first swing.
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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 pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the 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 hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on 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 lit 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 flashed 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 on 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 dun sphere 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 favoured 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 knew the old commie bastard was this youthful and vibrant? Popping up blistering pitches from an 8 year is quite taxing.
Of course, i’ll need to see the unedited tape of the whole session before voting for the Bambino.
Next he’ll make a solid poopie on live tv.
He DID get as many hits and runs as the Atlanta Braves last night….and I believe he could have pitched better then Kershaw did for the Dodgers…..That’s a shot at the AL and the NL….I’m an equal opportunity insulter…..
I’m not sold until I see him scarfing down hot dogs and apple pie.
I hoid the old Commie has a jar of fly balls on his dresser at home…
Saw this on FB. Last year we had “Elf on a Shelf”. This year we have “Bernie on a Gurney”.
Probably a bunch of crying kids just off camera because that curmudgeonly old bastard sure as hell wouldn’t spend his own money on the equipment.
This pathetic old evil scumbag corrupt rich commie can barely raise his voice to an audible level we can hear. I hope when he drops dead its in public and caught on camera.
IF he was sssmat, he would have used a wiffle ball, the soys he is catering to cannot hit a hard ball, well maybe if it is tossed at 10 mph, underhanded probably…like Bernie the Commie.
More guys have played wiffle ball way more than baseball…even chicks.
The sound of the ball off the bat sounds quite DEAD, when that happens? No grip, no strength…
What, no skeetshooting ?!
F’in commie wannabee overlords. I’ll show him what I’d do with that bat.
I wonder if any of the spectators did the tomahawk chop!
Liberals…..always trying to be something they ARE NOT.
Did old Bambino Sanders point to the spot in the outfield bleachers prior to hitting that mammoth home run!
I thought baseball was a capitalist sport?
Did old Bernie say “Hey lets play two today”!
Strike three yer out!
Hey Bernie there is no crying in Baseball!
Looks like he needed a designated hitter!
Doesn’t this idiot know how to play the game?
Whiffleballs don’t impress me-neither does getting your ass kicked by a peanut bag.
My doctor is in DC
Uhm… Why do you get “your” doctor while the rest of us suffer from whatever doctor is assigned from the state?
Swinging a bat hard could make the foul old bugger pop his aorta again.
Bernie, keep swinging for the fences, hear?
@ecp,
that’s communism for you, my comrade.
Wait, which backyard was he in?
I mean, he has three, right?
The sound of the hit was just so fake to me….
only took 4 takes to pooch 5 balls …
damn, just realized I’m eligible to run for prezzie-dent
“free shit for everyone!”
Heh heh heh … what a pathetic piece of shit.
Go home, BS … to one of em … don’t care which.
izlamo delenda est …