Story of my Life

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Ok, so let's be honest, I don't really like watching baseball, especially not on TV. I used to work on a baseball field, but I just don't love it.  Here's the thing, I do love the movie The Sandlot, and I do love the sounds of baseball. The crack of the bat on a great hit and the organ playing all of the classic tunes...and there are always really great hot dogs and french fries at games, so count me in. Anyways, we are on this topic because a coworker of mine enlightened me yesterday with the fact that there are more verses to Take me out the Ball Game. It is not just a chorus.  Who knew?! Take a look:

1908 Version

Katie Casey was baseball mad,

Had the fever and had it bad.

Just to root for the home town crew,

Ev'ry sou1

Katie blew.

On a Saturday her young beau

Called to see if she'd like to go

To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No,

I'll tell you what you can do:"

[Chorus] Take me out to the ball game,

Take me out with the crowd;

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,

I don't care if I never get back.

Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.


Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names.
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along,
Good and strong.

When the score was just two to two,

Katie Casey knew what to do,

Just to cheer up the boys she knew,

She made the gang sing this song:

[repeat Chorus]

On Belay...Belay On...Climbing!

"I find that rock climbing is the finest, most healthiest sport in the whole world. It is much healthier than most; look at baseball, where 10 000 sit on their butts to watch a handful of players" 

-John Salathé, 1974- 

 

Man are we lucky?! We live near some really fun, friendly, and talented people. For Monday family night we joined a couple in our apartment complex for some outdoor climbing.  The weather was perfect, the company was perfect and we rocked the socks off each climb (I, just a little more slowly than the others). It's so much nicer to climb outside rather than in the gym. Fresh air, more hand holds and the adventure of forging your own way up the side of the mountain. I'll take orange rock over purple/pink/neon-green route tape any day.