And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
The Everlasting Phelps
"You never know how booty-holes gonna act under big lights."
Damn I wish I had wrote this! I actually told my husband that this is exactly what he did when the debate was over that very night. Hell!
Of course, you remember how Casey At the Bat ends.
There’s no joy in Mudville. Mighty Casey has struck out.