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 Mudvillemighty Casey has struck out.
"Who is Casey?" wasp-waisted little wives whispered into their husbands' sideburns as young De Wolf Hopper recited the last stanza of a poem called Casey at the Bat in Wallack's Theatre on Broadway one summer night in 1888. It was a gala baseball night in honor of the visiting Chicago White Stockings and the...
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