The Mighty Casey

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Timshel

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I struck out for the first time in adult softball. GD IT! I have been playing regularly for eight years. We do start the at bat with a strike but, still... how do you strike out. At least we won, that made it a lot less troubling.
 
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Adult Softball 9 that day.
The score stood at 4 to 2 with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died as first and Barrows did the same.
A sickley silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair, the rest clung to that hope which springs eternal from the human breast;
They thought If only Stringy could get a whack at that.
We'd put up even money now with RS Stringfield at the bat.

But Flynn preceeded String as did also Jimmy Blake,
The former was a Lulu and the later was a cake.
So upon the striken multitudes grim meloncholy sat;
For there seemed but little hope of Stringy getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Stringy, mighty Stringy, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Stringy's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Stringy's bearing and a smile on Stringy's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Stringy at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Stringy's eye, a sneer curled Stringy's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Stringy stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Stringy. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Stringy raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great CStringy's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Stringy still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Stringy and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Stringy wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Stringy's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Stringy's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Adult Softball Land - mighty Stringy has struck out.
 
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LOL, Mighty Stringy!!

Just hang in there Stringy, from what I hear, you hit a lot of homeruns, so just belt a couple more and you'll have made up for the embarrassment.
 
If we would have lost I would have been beating myself up about it.

But, what's worse is I messed up my knee pretty good in the bottom of that inning. I was running in on a fly. I tried my rockstar knee slide to make the catch. The ball fell a little short, went under my glove and my right knee rolled over it. I pulled myself from the game, but I thought it was going to be alright after walking it off a bit. But I am hobbling around with a cane now and enjoying some pain meds.
 
It is not unusual for individuals who exhibit characteristics of latent homosexuality to often find themselves drawn to ultra-masculine sports.

Latent homosexuality is an erotic tendency toward members of the same sex which is not consciously experienced or expressed in overt action. The term was originally proposed by Sigmund Freud.

According to Freud, "latent" or "unconscious" homosexuality which derived from failure of the defense of repression and and sublimation permit or threaten emergence into consciousness of homosexual impulses, which give rise to conflict manifested in the appearance of symptoms.

H. E. Adams, L. W. Wright, Jr., and B. A. Lohr conducted an experiment to test Freud's hypothesis.

The conclusion was published in the Journal of Abnormal Psychology 105 (1996), under the title, "Is Homophobia Associated with Homosexual Arousal?"

The finding of this study concluded that those who exhabited the most hostile and negative attitudes towards homosexuals demonstrated the hightest level of sexual arousal when exposed to homosexual pornography.

In others words, their homophobia was a "reaction formation" designed to protect them from their own internal homosexual desires.

Adams, H.E., Wright, L.W., and Lohr, B.A., Is Homophobia Associated with Homosexual Arousal?" Journal of Abnormal Psychology, 105 (1996): 440-445.
 
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