Baseball Toaster was unplugged on February 4, 2009.
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In shock we stare blankly, unsure of what
To do. Nothing sinks in, it only sinks
And drags us with it, down. We stammer, "But-"
There is no room for logic. No one thinks.
There is no solace to be found. No words
Express the inexplicable: the pain
Goes beyond us, soaring off like red birds
Into the sky, flying above the rain.
And yet, an unassisted triple play
Took place in literal rarefied air.
We marvel, bound by more than we can say:
Surprise at everything. Can it be fair?
Of course not. Yet there can never be shame
Finding comfort in beauty of the game.
I wonder if unassisted triple plays are always somehow tangentially linked to tragedy. The most famous of them all was recorded in the 1920 World Series by the man whose double play partner for most of the year had been Ray Chapman, the only man ever to die during a major league game. Perhaps undying verse could have made that 1920 triple play even more famous, but what rhymes with Wambsganss?
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