Yankees

[SequSpur]

All of you can blow me...

Da Yankees win!

[Burn531]

Da Yankees win!

Not if you can't pitch.

[Johnny_Blaze_47]

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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 that hope which springs eternal in the human breast.
They thought, "if only Sequ could but get a whack at that.
We'd put up even money now, with Sequ at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Sequ, 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 Sequ getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all.
And Blake, the much despised, 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 through on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat;
for Sequ, mighty Sequ, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Sequ's manner as he stepped into his place,
there was pride in Sequ's bearing and a smile lit Sequ's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Sequ 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 Sequ's eye, a sneer curled Sequ's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Sequ stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
"That ain't my style," said Sequ.

"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 Sequ raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity, great Sequ'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 Sequ still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Sequ and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Sequ wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Sequ's lip, the 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 Sequ's blow.

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 little children shout,

but there is no joy in Mudville --
mighty Sequ has struck out.

[Marklar MM]

Not if you can't pitch.

Well, we can't hit. :(

[SequSpur]

Smokage.

[Marklar MM]

Smokage.

You do realize that the inning they scored 5, Robertson botched an easy play which would have gotten the leadoff hitter out.

[MajorMike]

Well, we can't hit. :(

Remember when you guys were telling me that Pal was money with runner on and I was telling you that his .300 ave was just a bunch of meaningless singles? He got one in, but left 3 on last night, even going 2 of 5. I guess grounding into 2 double plays doesn't help. Too bad those guys infront of him keep striking out, right?