Katie Casey was base ball mad.
Had the fever and had it bad;
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev’ry sou Katie blew.
On a Saturday, her young beau
Called to see if she’d like to go,
To see a show but Miss Kate said,
“No, I’ll tell you what you can do.”

“Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame,
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.”

Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names;
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

“Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame,
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.”

Boston itself is another key piece of American iconography, of course. And the home team here has been around since 1901, even before “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” took America by storm.

So we come by our ardent Red Sox fandom honest around these parts.

And that means, then… with all due respect to Colorado, the Rocky Mountains, and their own regional claims on our nation’s deep and broad historical matrix, we still can’t help but say:

GO SOX!!


(And once again the Sox dominated the Rox in Game 3 of the Series, slamming them 10-5 in the mile-high air of Coors Field. Local charities here are already licking their lips waiting for all the goodies bound to be coming their way from those trash-talking Colorado pols. And you can bet they’re getting the Duck Boats ready for the Big Parade even as we type. Three down, one to go!)