Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Thome at the Bat

Jim Thome continues to amaze as he climbs his way up the all-time home run list. He tied Frank Robinson for 8th on the all-time home run list with another moon shot last night. In the last couple weeks he has the the four longest homeruns in Target Field history. From his walk-off in extra innings against the White Sox to his 480 ft. blast off the flag pole there have been some memorable moments this season.

Here is a poem in honor of Thome and his fantastic season with the Twins. It is to the famous "Casey at the Bat" written in 1888 by Ernest Lawrence Thayer. A flash-back to his walk-off win against the White Sox because it might be good karma for the big series next week. There are a few Minneapolis references. See if you can pick them out.

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Minneapolis nine that day;
The score stood six to five, with but one extra inning to play,
The game had been back and forth with both teams in the lead,
A classic battle between these foes everyone agreed.

Ramirez had two homers for the Sox on this day,
And all that Twins fans could do was sit, hope and pray.
They thought, "If only Thome could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with Thome at the bat."

Guillen looked to the bullpen and Thornton was his choice,
This left eager Twins fans searching for their voice.
And then when Young singled to start the frame,
A dead-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

Then from forty thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the city, the crowd began to swell;
It pounded on the stone arch bridge and recoiled upon the flat,
For Thome, mighty Thome, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Thome's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Thome's bearing and no smile on Thome's face.
He dug deep into the box finding his place in time,
Across town the city hall tower was about to chime.

Forty thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
His trademark point of the bat to make the crowd alert.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Thome's eye, a sneer curled Thome's lip.

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

With a smile of Christian charity great Thome's visage shone;
He needed to make-up for the save that Capps had blown.
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Thome still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"

People across Twins Territory had come from near and far
And now Target Plaza has gone silent from the pressure on their star.
A turning point in the season and which way will it go?
Even at this time Dick and Bert are not able to know.

One last time Thome points his bat aloft.
The crowd hopes for a pitch, maybe something soft.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Thome'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 little children shout;
And there is joy in Minneapolis — mighty Thome has hit one out.


yukonbob7 said...

I bet Thome would like to have0 a copy of this ! Very cool

Marv said...

Fun stuff. Thanks