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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad of Baseball Burdens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burden of hard hitting. Slug away <br>Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb. <br>Else fandom shouteth: &quot;Who said you could play? <br>Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!&quot; <br>Swat, hit, connect, line out, goet on the job. <br>Else you shall feel the brunt of fandom's ire <br>Biff, bang it, clout it, hit it on the knob - <br>This is the end of every fan's desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burden of good pitching. Curved or straight. <br>Or in or out, or haply up or down, <br>To puzzle him that standeth by the plate, <br>To lessen, so to speak, his bat-renown: <br>Like Christy Mathewson or Miner Brown, <br>So pitch that every man can but admire <br>And offer you the freedom of the town - <br>This is the end of every fan's desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burden of loud cheering. O the sounds! <br>The tumult and the shouting from the throats <br>Of forty thousand at the Polo Grounds <br>Sitting, ay, standing sans their hats and coats. <br>A mighty cheer that possibly denotes <br>That Cub or Pirate fat is in the fire; <br>Or, as H. James would say, We've got their goats - <br>This is the end of every fan's desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burden of a pennant. O the hope, <br>The tenuous hope, the hope that's half a fear, <br>The lengthy season and the boundless dope, <br>And the bromidic, &quot;Wait until next year.&quot; <br>O dread disgrace of trailing in the rear, <br>O Piece of Bunting, flying high and higher <br>That next October it shall flutter here: <br>This is the end of every fan's desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Fans, let not the Quarry but the Chase <br>Be that to which most fondly we aspire! <br>For us not Stake, but Game; not Goal, but Race - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS is the end of every fan's desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a><div class=q>
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Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb. 
Else fandom shouteth: &quot;Who said you could play? 
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!&quot; 
Swat, hit, connect, line out, goet on the job. 
Else you shall fe..."></div>
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