Cue The Lounge Music

Due to relocation to The West Midlands, Sports Amnesia will be temporarily unavailable during the rest of September.

In the meantime, the Red Sox will probably not relive 1918 and become World Champions.

Nor will there be an All-Chicago World Series.

Game Called
by Grantland Rice

Game called...across the field of play,
The dusk has come, the hour is late,
The fight is done, and lost or won,
The player files out through the gate.
The tumult dies, the cheer is hushed,
The stands are bare, the park is still,
But through the night, there shines the light,
Of home behind the silent hill.


Game called...where in the golden light,
The bugle rolled the reveille,
The shadows creep, where night falls deep,
And taps has called the end of play.
The game is done, the score is in,
The final cheer and jeer have passed,
But in the night, beyond the fight,
The player finds his rest at last.

Game called...upon the field of life,
The darkness gathers far and wide,
The dream is done, the score is spun,
That stands forever in the guide.
Nor victory, nor yet defeat,
Is chalked against the player’s name,
But down the roll, the final scroll,
Shows only how he played the game.

("Game Called" by Grantland Rice, "Baseball Ballads", Copyright 1910 The Tennessean Co.)


Had this been an actual emergency, sports fans would have been alerted about where to turn for further information.

If you get bored staring at the same pages over and over, check out some of my links to the left, or read about the Eleven Greatest Pennant Races of All-Time or even
Grantland Rice's article, The Four Horsemen.

If you would like to be advised when Sports Amnesia resumes its regularly scheduled programming, please send an email
and you will be updated the minute the new computers have been installed in the local pubs and printing can begin anew.

Until then, you can sing along to the Baseball Songs or read Pafko At The Wall which, in my mind, is the best writing about baseball, ever.