Casey at the Bat (Metrics Version)

[Platoon]

I purloined this from WAPO. A modern version of an old classic.

 

 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2019/10/01/casey-bat-poem-baseball-modern-era/?wpisrc=nl_ideas&wpmm=1

[Richie the Rally Goat]

Fantastic! Thanks for sharing

[Hosken Bombo Disco]

I thought this was amazing. It was penned by a university professor named Mitchell Nathanson for a baseball book he is writing.

 

Here is an excerpt:

 

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...

 

 

Even USAFChief makes an appearance a few lines later (you’ll know it when you see it).