Thursday, October 10, 2013

Casey at the Bat

         In honor of postseason baseball. I do ask myself the question, though — with two outs, bottom of the ninth, runners in scoring position, wouldn't they intentionally walk Casey?


CASEY
AT THE
BAT
By
PHINEAS THAYER
Illustrations by
DAN SAYRE
GROESBECK

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CHICAGO
A. C. McCLURG & CO.
1912

Published June, 1912
The Casion Press
Chicago

CASEY AT THE BAT


The Patrons of the Game
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I
IT looked extremely rocky for the
 Mudville nine that day:
The score stood for two to four with just
 an inning left to play;
So, when Cooney died at second, and
 Burrows did the same,
A pallor wreathed the features of the
 patrons of the game.
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The Hope which Springs Eternal
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II
ASTRAGGLING few got up to go,
 leaving there the rest
With that hope which springs
 eternal within the human breast;
For they thought if only Casey could get
 a whack, at that
They'd put up even money now, with
 Casey at the bat.
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But Flynn Preceded Casey
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III
BUT Flynn preceded Casey, and
 likewise so did Blake,
And the former was a puddin',
 and the latter was a fake;
So on that stricken multitude a death-
 like silence sat,
For there seemed but little chance of
 Casey's getting to the bat.
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There was Blakey safe on Second
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IV
BUT Flynn let drive a single to the
 wonderment of all,
And the much-despised Blakey
 tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and they
 saw what had occurred,
There was Blakey safe on second and Flynn
 a-huggin' third!
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Mighty Casey was Advancing to the Bat
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V
THEN from the gladdened multitude
 went up a joyous yell,
It rumbled in the mountain-tops,
 it rattled in the dell,
It struck upon the hillside, and rebounded
 on the flat;
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to
 the bat.
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He Lightly Doffed his Hat..
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VI
THERE was ease in Casey's manner
 as he stepped into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing,
 and a smile on Casey's face;
And when, responding to the cheers, he
 lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt
 't was Casey at the bat.
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A Sneer Curled Casey's Lip
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VII
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, when the writhing pitcher ground
 the ball into his hip,
Defiance glanced in Casey's eye, a sneer
 curled Casey's lip.
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"Strike one" the Umpire Said
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VIII
AND now the leather-covered sphere
 came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in
 haughty grandeur there;
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball un-
 heeded sped:
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike
 one," the umpire said.
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"Kill him! Kill the Umpire"
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IX
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 in the stand.
And it's likely they'd have killed him had
 not Casey raised his hand.
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A Smile of Christian Charity
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X
WITH a smile of Christian charity
 great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult;
 he bade the game go on;
He signalled to the pitcher, and once more
 the spheroid flew,
But Casey still ignored it; and the umpire
 said, "Strike two."
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Casey Wouldn't let that Ball go by again
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XI
FRAUD!" cried the maddened thousands,
 and the echo answered, "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey, and
 the audience was awed;
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they
 saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that
 ball go by again.
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By the Force of Casey's Blow
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XII
THE sneer is gone from Casey's lip,
 his teeth are clenched with 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 shattered by the force
 of Casey's blow.
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Mighty Casey has Struck Out
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XIII
OH, somewhere in this favoured
 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 Mudville—mighty
 Casey has struck out.
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Ivan and the Bishop: Augustine’s Account of Suffering and Sanctification in The City of God


      In Fyodor Dostoevsky’s philosophical masterpiece The Brothers Karamazov, the brilliant but tortured Ivan rejects the possibility of a Christian God because he cannot countenance a world in which the suffering of innocent children is the means for a higher end. “Listen!” he cries to his brother Alyosha. “If all must suffer to pay for the eternal harmony, what have children to do with it, tell me, please? ... And if it is really true that they must share responsibility for all their fathers’ crimes, such a truth is not of this world and is beyond my comprehension. Some jester will say, perhaps, that the child would have grown up and sinned, but you see he didn’t grow up, he was torn to pieces by dogs, at eight years old.”[1] Better to have no architect, he believes, than to have one who would build even an earthly paradise on the sufferings of one child, and he respectfully hands back his ticket.
            Ivan’s critique is echoed, in a less sophisticated form, almost every time we of the 21st century (particularly evangelical Christians) try to deal with the intrusion of evil into our lives: A good God wouldn’t intend to hurt good people, says the apologist for God. I simply could not love a deity with agency in the suffering of a child, or a mother, or an American soldier. But Jesus is my friend, and I need him on my side. So Sophie’s cancer is Satan’s fault. The Holy Spirit is rooting for her to beat it. God’s design has nothing to do with her pain, or my pain, or anybody’s pain.
            The temptation is always to get angry at this castration of the Trinity, to echo Paul’s “But who are you, O man, to answer back to God?” and to swagger away.[2]  It’s such a dominating kind of answer, and is why high church Presbyterians are so popular. In The City of God against the pagans, Augustine approaches the problem with a greater degree of kindness, since for him the question is far from abstract—his people had been raped, tortured, and murdered as the Aryans swept through Rome. But he also insists throughout on the involvement and efficacy of God’s will in human suffering. That suffering, however, is not ultimately an evil for believers. Rather, it is the rod of reproof, administered in love, by a father chastening his sinful children.
            For Augustine, suffering is about eternity, and justice operates on a higher plane than earthly retribution. Everything points to the City of God, the heavenly existence that the church strives towards but does not achieve until death. Augustine would have seen Ivan’s idea of the innocent child as naive—no one, not even the youngest, is truly righteous. “For though they are very far from being shameful and ungodly criminals,” he writes of Christians, “they still do not find themselves so entirely unacquainted with fault as to judge themselves undeserving even of temporal penalties for their misdeeds.”[3] All have sinned and fallen short, and man is not owed happiness on this earth. Indeed, true happiness is impossible even for the most temporally powerful believer: “We say that, for the time being, such Christian emperors are happy in hope and that, in time to come, when that to which we now look forward has arrived, they will be so in possession.”[4] Earth prepares us for eternity. Joy will come later. Suffering is the refining fire of the preparation.  
            Suffering, then, bears good fruit even on this earth. Augustine believes it is a blessing to be refined. “When He subjects me to adversity,” Augustine writes, “this is either to test my merits or chastise my sins; and He reserves an eternal reward for my pious endurance of temporal ills.”[5] Augustine’s organizes these temporal ills into the categories of financial loss, physical torture or imprisonment, rape, and murder. Augustine views the loss of earthly treasure as probably more beneficial than otherwise, particularly since he so admires voluntary Christian poverty (as exemplified by someone like Paulinus, bishop of Nola).[6] “As a good servant Job held the will of his Lord to be a great treasure in itself, through attendance upon which his spirit should grow rich,” he writes. “Nor was he saddened to lose in life those things which he would in any case shortly lose in death. But those weaker Christians who, even though they did not prefer these earthly goods to Christ, nonetheless clung to them with no small desire, discovered in losing them how much they had sinned in loving them.”[7] True treasure is in heaven, and earthly riches make this world too comfortable, tempting us to idolize worldly possessions at the expense of heavenly ones. “Perhaps, then, the tortures which taught them to love an incorruptible good were of more benefit to them than those goods whose love brought torture upon their heads without any valuable fruit,” Augustine writes.[8] Even Christians can have their libido dominandi empowered by gold, and God actually blesses his children through this severe correction.
God, Augustine reminds his congregation, is always present in their suffering, and this is meant as a comfort. The poor whom the Aryans tortured for their non-existent riches have received an even greater blessing, since their suffering compelled them to long for eternity, and build up treasure in heaven by means of their Job-like fidelity while in physical pain. The Aryans took some Christians back with them as captives. “This to be sure, would be great misery,” Augustine writes, “if they could have been led away anywhere where they did not find their God.”[9]
            The Aryans raped consecrated virgins, for whose state Augustine had the highest respect. But God consecrated them further through their violation. Although God’s ways are unsearchable, and Augustine does not presume to prescribe what God is doing in any particular Christian’s life, he reminds the women that God cleanses us of self-righteousness just as he purges our more libido driven sins: “In the case of both, therefore — those who took pride in the fact that their flesh had never suffered the touch of shame, and those who might have begun to take such pride had they not been violently defiled by the enemy — their chastity was not diminished, but their humility strengthened.”[10] God can purify his children through rape.
            But many Christians were killed, and a violent death does not sanctify the victim. But this death, Augustine writes, is simply the final earthly step towards unity with God, and “though, in the sight of men, these things may seem hard and dire, ‘precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.’”[11] Death is the end of suffering, and God sends suffering into the lives of Christians because He loves them.
             But evil men exist, Ivan might counter, and he reminds his monkish listener that “In every man, of course, a demon lies hidden—the demon of rage, the demon of lustful heat at the screams of the tortured victim, the demon of lawlessness letting off the chain, the demon of diseases that follow on vice, gout, kidney disease, and so on.”[12] May the rapist tell his victim: “God is chastening you through me”? Doesn’t the idea of purgative suffering remove the possibility of immanent justice? Augustine knows the libido dominandi saturates this earth: “...We must not pass over in silence the earthly city also: that city which, when it seeks mastery, is itself mastered by the lust for mastery even though all the nations serve it.”[13]
What then? Ivan asks. It is not a sufficient punishment for the child-killer to be mastered by his own lust for mastery. The world demands real justice for the crime. “I don’t want the mother to embrace the oppressor who threw her son to the dogs!” he says. “She dare not forgive him! Let her forgive him for herself, if she will, let her forgive the torturer for the immeasurable sufferings of her mother’s heart. But the sufferings of her tortured child she has no right to forgive; ... Is there in the whole world a being who could have the right to forgive and could forgive?”[14] Augustine believes God sometimes punishes his enemies on this earth — the constant violence surrounding Rome, brought on by arrogance and demon-worship, serves as an example. But the come-uppance of criminals is not the Christian’s primary concern. Instead, justice, that which Christians owe to the ungodly, is compassion. The deprived mother must suffer with and for her child’s murderer.
A lack of compassion—which Augustine defines as an excessive love of this life, and a fear to make our own lives bitter by showing loving bitterness to sinners—deserves punishment. “It is right that [Christians] should know bitterness in this life when they are afflicted by God in common with the wicked;” Augustine writes, “for, because they loved the sweetness of this life, they neglected to be bitter to the wicked.” This bitterness towards sinners is didactic, the same bitterness that God sends into the lives of His children for the purpose of correction. “For I do not think that any right-minded person would condemn anger directed at a sinner in order to correct him;” Augustine writes, “or sadness on behalf of one who is afflicted in order to comfort him; or fear for one in peril, lest he perish. ... And what is compassion but a kind of fellow feeling in our hearts for the misery of another which compels us to help him if we can.”[15] Augustine has again made justice an eternal concern. The mother must forgive her son’s mutilator, not by embracing his crime, but by hating his separation from God. Augustine doesn’t expect this to be easy, but she dare not seek vengeance, because the One with the right to forgive all men was compassionate and suffered with and for men to satisfy the justice of God.
            Ivan’s great error is that he looks for an ultimate Justice that is earthly and temporal, a rightness that man can comprehend now. “I must have justice,” he says, “or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some remote infinite time and space, but here on earth, and that I could see myself. I have believed in it. I want to see it, and if I am dead by then, let me rise again, for if it all happens without me, it will be too unfair. ... I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer.”[16] This is not the justice that Augustine gives us, because the City of God is not the City of Man. But God is in control. Satan does not win a cosmic battle of yin over yang every time evil touches a godly man. “The whole family of the highest and true God, then, has a consolation of its own: a consolation which depends neither upon falsehood nor upon hope in those things which falter and fail,” Augustine writes. “Also, its members have a life in this age which is not in the least to be regretted: a life which is the school of eternity, in which they make use of earthly goods like pilgrims, without grasping after them, and are proved and corrected by evils.”[17] Augustine is not saying that all of this life must be miserable. Rather, he believes that all earthly blessings should be loved in light of the Giver, and only in such a way that draws us nearer to Him. When man idolizes God’s gifts—be they as wonderful as chastity or life itself—the Lord in His mercy corrects that skewed love and turns his child’s eyes back towards the Heavenly City. The eschaton is not yet immanent. But Christ has come, Christ has seen the sin and injustice rampant in this world, and making the church a partner in his compassionate earthly mission, he has conquered evil and satisfied eternal justice through his own suffering.




[1] Dostoevsky, Fyodor, and Constance Garnett. The Brothers Karamazov. New York: Barnes & Noble Classics, 2005. Print. 226.
[2] Romans 9:20. ESV. Web (BibleGateway.com).
[3] Augustine, and R. W. Dyson. The City of God against the Pagans. Cambridge: Cambridge UP, 1998. Print. I.9.
[4] Augustine, V.24.
[5] Augustine, I.29.
[6] Augustine, I.10.
[7] Augustine, I.10.
[8] Augustine, I.10.
[9] Augustine, I.14.
[10] Augustine, I.28.
[11] Augustine, I.12.
[12] Dostoevsky, 224.
[13] Augustine, I.1.
[14] Dostoevsky, 227.
[15] Augustine, IX.5.
[16] Dostoevsky, 226.
[17] Augustine, I.29.