Whether you are zeroed in on the World Series, the November elections, or daily life issues, the classic baseball poem “Casey at Bat” brings home a great lesson about being authentic.
It was a rough day in Mudville the story goes. And the outcome didn’t appear too promising. The game was in its final inning. The team was behind by more than one run and the fans weren’t having very much fun.
The crowd’s hopes were all but sunk when it appeared their favorite son wouldn’t get a chance to face the pitcher. You see everything depended on Casey getting to bat, so they believed. There was Flynn at the plate, but he was “no good.” And Jimmy Blake was to follow, but Blake was “a fake.” Alas, hope was slim as the team was bound to go down.
Miraculously Flynn and Blake got on base which gave mighty Casey the chance he needed to save the day. A home run would win the game and the fans were giddy with excitement. There was pride in his demeanor and a comforting smile on his face as he confidently strode to the plate. It seemed without a doubt Casey would end his team’s scoring drought.
I’m sure you are familiar with the story’s climactic finish. Casey standing there with a lofty gaze didn’t even swing at the first couple of pitches… Read more