THEY kid him and they razz him, and the fans Deride him as he stands upon the hill— And the grim scribes who man the conning-tower— They slam him and they guy him with a will. But he keeps right on pitching, just the same, And he is quite a factor in the game. They say that he is wilder than the men Who live in Borneo—that the fiercest folks Of Africa, compared to him, are tame. That stuff For forty years, has furnished countless jokes. He may be wild—but oh, how wild are those Whom he shuts out, with four much-scattered blows! Waddell and Ramsay, Altrock, Pfiester, Nehf, And many others,—Marquard, Rixey, Plank, Managed, some way, to keep the ball controlled, And held themselves amid the loftiest rank. Speak of a southpaw, and the bleachers grin— And yet—somehow—the southpaws often win! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 3 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DANS LA BOHEME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN |