{"id":38794279,"date":"2008-04-01T09:42:20","date_gmt":"2008-04-01T09:42:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.casey.com\/2008\/03\/the-other-casey.html"},"modified":"2016-11-01T22:27:26","modified_gmt":"2016-11-02T02:27:26","slug":"200803the-other-casey-html","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casey.life\/blog\/2008\/04\/01\/200803the-other-casey-html\/","title":{"rendered":"The Other ‘Casey’ in Baseball"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nWhen thinking ‘Casey’ and ‘Baseball’, it would not be unexpected for most people to think of the slugger for Mudville from the famous poem, Casey at the Bat<\/a><\/em>. But there is another Casey in baseball, whose words are better known and are sung at most games, but whose identity has been lost in the unknown verses. She shares my daughter’s name, Katie Casey. Here’s how it goes:<\/p>\n

Katie Casey was baseball mad, Had the fever and had it bad; Just to root for the home town crew, ev’ry sou, Katie blew<\/p>\n

On a Saturday, her young beau
\nCalled to see if she’d like to go,
\nTo see a show but Miss Katie said, “No,
\nI’ll tell you what you can do”:<\/p>\n

CHORUS:<\/p>\n

Take me out to the ball game,
\nTake me out with the crowd
\nBuy me some peanuts and Crackerjack,
\nI don’t care if I never get back,<\/p>\n

Let me root, root, root for the home team,
\nIf they don’t win it’s a shame
\nFor it’s one, two, three strikes you’re out,
\nAt the old ball game.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Katie Casey saw all the games,
\nKnew the players by their first names;
\nTold the umpire he was wrong,
\nall along, good and strong<\/p>\n

When the score was just two to two,
\nKatie Casey knew just what to do,
\nJust to cheer up the boys she knew,
\nShe made the gang sing this song:<\/p><\/blockquote>\n