Baseball - the love of us Old Heads ---

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For those of us in our 60s and 70s we generally remember baseball as it was but is no longer - this is an updated take-off on Casey At The Bat ---

Mitchell Nathanson is a professor at Villanova and the author of a forthcoming biography of the pitcher and author Jim Bouton.
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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 whiffed again, the eighteenth K that night,

A sickly silence fell, for somehow baseball wasn’t right.


A straggling few got up and left, annoyed they even came;

And most who stayed were kind of drunk or wagered on the game.

Yet still to come was Casey, whom the fans had long extolled,

Though at the age of 31 the metrics deemed him old.


But first ahead of him was Flynn, a player much accursed;

His BABIP was atrocious, and his WAR was even worse.

Another guy came up as well, his name recalled by few;

Confusion sowed by double switches made in hour two.


But Flynn defied the numbers, making contact with the ball;

And sent it on a mighty arc — it caromed off the wall.

“The guy should be on third,” a salty graybeard spat and cursed,

As Flynn removed his batting gloves, a jogger still at first.


The other guy? A double by the waiver-wire addition;

(His former owner dumping salary without contrition);

And when the blaring music stopped, fans noticed what occurred,

Instead of crossing o’er the plate, young Flynn was still at third.


As Casey stepped into the box, the scoreboard roared “Make Noise!”;

The crowd most surely would’ve done, if not for all their toys.

About 5,000 hometown fans were checking in on Twitter;

So most remained oblivious to Casey as the hitter.


Ten thousand eyes were elsewhere as he scratched upon the dirt;

And Velcro-strapped his gloves and touched six places on his shirt.

And kissed his bat, then tapped the plate nine times or maybe 10;

Then from the box did Casey step, and start it all again.


The pitcher’s antics on the mound were also quite a show;

Whole seasons seemed to pass before he hinted at a throw.

Yet here it came, the cowhide sphere, arriving at great speed;

“Strike one,” the umpire firmly called. But PitchTrax disagreed.


The fans who watched it on their phones could see it plain: outside;

Unless their phones had zero bars, or batteries had died.

“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” the fans all stood and roared;

At least so roared the older ones, the younger ones seemed bored.


Two strikes remained. The oldsters, stressed, began to wring their hands;

While younger fans, in hour four, sped toward concession stands.

Then Casey dug in once again; the second spheroid flew;

But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, “Strike Two.”


“Fraud!” cried the maddened few at the blue-clad, rule-bound fools,

While waving off the heady clouds sent up from nearby Juuls.

Now, Casey’s face grew stern and cold, the fans all rose as one;

As midnight neared their hope was clear: just let the game be done.


As Casey runs the metrics, and adjusts his swing for lift;

The fielders check their little cards, and drift into a shift.

And now the pitcher fires a rocket off, despite his ample gut;

And now the air is shattered by great Casey’s uppercut.


Oh, somewhere in this favored land, the sport's as it used to be;

And fans still hang on Casey’s fate, not exit velocity.

That era’s gone — don’t cry into your $15 beer;

While all the laughing children shout, “Football season’s here!”

[NavyApp]

I'm not in my 60s or 70s but Americas pass time has changed a lot. Baseball was my first love; I lived for the smell of the grass and sounds of the ball crashing into leather. I can't logically argue against all the analytics and math but I miss baseball being baseball. Stolen bases and situational hitting have almost gone by the wayside.

[S.Lewis15]

The only thing more authentically American than Baseball is Baseball fans complaining about how "it ain't what it used to be."

The Chicken Little baseball analysts have been at it since the late 1800s.

[appfanjj]

Love baseball and especially October baseball. But only if the Braves are playing in October.

[JMappfan5]

Go Braves!!! and anybody but the Yankees!

[t4pizza]

Don't be a hater, Go Yankees!

[Cro-Magnon App]

The little guys from Houston with the tight swings are beating the long-swing-arc hit it out of the park Yankees.

I rarely miss a Braves game. Like most teams, no sacrifice bunts except for the pitchers, no attempts to steal home like Rod Carew, no double steals, rarely hit behind the runner, etc. but they do shift. All teams now wanting to do like the Astros in the top of the 3rd (Game 4) - a walk, a single and a 3 run blast.