Today, August 14th, is Ernest Thayer's birthday, he of Casey at the Bat fame. He turns 147 today, which, if he returned from the dead, would make him incredibly old. Here's how to celebrate in a way Thayer would appreciate:
Step 1. Write a great poem about our national pastime or something else rife with folly.
Step 2. Submit it to a newspaper.
Step 3. When it becomes famous, deny you wrote it then distance yourself from the fame of its greatness.
Step 4. Move back to Worcester.
Or you could just read Thayer's great poem, Casey at the Bat, preferably aloud and with a thick regional accent of your choice, as befits the rivalry of towns that claim to be Mudville.
1 comment:
Damn, never realized he was from Worcester. Cool. As a former Shrewsburyian, I'm proud to call him my neighbor.
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