"Strike one" the Umpire said.From the bleachers black with people there rose a sullen roar,Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore,"Kill him! Kill the Umpire!" shouted some one from the stand —And it's likely they'd have done it had not Casey raised his hand.
We have reached the age, those of us to whom fortune has assigned a post in life's struggle, when, beaten and smashed and biffed by the lashings of the dragon's tail, we begin to appreciate that the old man was not such a damned fool after all. We saw our parents wrestling with that same dragon, and we thought, though we never spoke the thought aloud, 'Why don't he hit him on the head?' Alas, comrades, we know now. We have hit the dragon on the head and we have seen the dragon smile.Ernest Thayer