These are the saddest of possible words: "Tinker to Evers to Chance." Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds, Tinker and Evers and Chance. Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon[a] bubble, Making a Giant hit into a double – Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble: "Tinker to Evers to Chance."
ok baseball it's world series time and I really do not know who is playing whom what I do know is something of history ergo world series time brought to mind a 108 year old poem (go [bear] cubs)
this is your opinion ? when put as a preface to the poem it gives the poem a sense of pomposity that is like someone deliberately burning your toast. though what is often times missed amidst amidst thats missed cadence of note to carry or float the sense of the cultural note wrote (i crashed the end of the poem to make a theatrical point) poetry as such 100 years ago, would be delivered as entertainment as a thing of personal attainment AS the entertainment. historical anotation to align its virtue of modern volition is invasively contemptuos.
No The guy who wrote the poem, Franklin Pierce Adams, though born in Chicago, was, it would seem, a N.Y.Giants fan.