All the league's a stage,
And all batsmen and hurlers merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the prospect,
Slugging high-A balls right into our hearts.
Then the scuffling rookie, with his satchel
Pink from hazing heritage, a few whiffs
To show promise unready. Then the star,
Swinging for fences, putting balls o'er them,
Promise fulfilled e'er brief. Then a vet'ran,
Full of strange oaths and bearded to his Werth,
Traded out West to despairing Giants,
Seeking to stop a dynasty falling
While high fastballs slip past. And then bench man,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With clubhouse pranks yet beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the spring non-roster invitee,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is joining Newark's sad Bears and full oblivion,
Sans eyes, sans taste, sans wins, sans everything.
-- in memoriam Longorius and McCutchen, Thane of CawdorSEVENTH ANNUAL
TALK LIKE SHAKESPEARE(or be thou a wretched ill-learn'd knave)GAMEDAY THREAD
The Nationals of Washington
vs.
O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
(Game 1)
Monday, April 23 | 10:15 p.m. by the Clock of the Folger Shakespeare Library
TV: Has not yet been invented, nor radio neither.
We shall watch the game in a theater-in-the-roundThe National Men
(10-12)
Is this a lineup I see before me? ... not yet
LHP Giovanius a.k.a. Gonzalo, a Sinister Visage
 | | Tyrannous Giants
(9-12)
At last, a lineup through yon window breaks?
RHP Christopher Stratton
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