Sport: Batter Up!

There were saddened hearts in

baseball for a week or even

more;

There were muttered oaths and

curses—every fan was clearly

sore.

"Just think," said one, "how much

we missed with no one up to bat,

And ballparks closed throughout

the land by an owner-player

spat."

But the lane is long, someone has

said, that never turns again,

And Fate, though fickle, often gives

another chance to men.

The players who'd been made to feel

the pain of heroes shunned

At last convinced the owners to

enhance their pension fund.

Oh! somewhere in this favored

world dark clouds may hide the

sun,

And somewhere bands no longer

play and children have no fun;

And somewhere over blighted loves

there hangs...

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