Saturday, October 11, 2014

Casey's Motivational Proverbs

Casey's Motivational Proverbs

1. It isn't how many times you fall--it is how many times you get up

I fell head over heels in love at 25, but the recent falling hasn't been as much fun.

In the past few years, I fell in an enclosed parking lot, head over heels after tripping on a curb. Then there were my multiple falls when I was battling a kidney infection which eventually took my right kidney as tribute. My latest battle with the pavement was a weeks or so back. I was jogging across the street, not at the crossing stop and yes, somehow I found another curb.

Some good Samaritan, I found out later his name was Duane, helped me to my corner and signaled for the referee (ambulance). I had broken bones in my face, bloodied myself plenty, but was still alive.

So what does this tell a 126 year old ballplayer?

Monday, September 29, 2014

English Version

I know you have
A new love
I wish you the best

If in me you found no
Perhaps someone else
Will give it to you

Like the flower (Like the flower)
With so much love (With so much love)
You gave me
It withered
Today I leave
I know how to lose
But oh, how it hurts me
Oh, how it hurts me

If you were to see how it hurts
To lose your love
With your farewell you take with you my heart

I don't know if I'll be able
To love again
Because I gave you all the love I could give

Like The Flower....

Como la Flor

Yo se que tienes un nuevo amor
Sin embargo, te deseo lo mejor
Si de mi, no encontraste felicidad
Tal vez, alguien mas te la dara
Como la flor
Con tanto amor
Me diste tu,
Se marchito
Me marcho hoy
Yo se perder
Pero, ay, ay, ay, como me duele
Ay, ay, ay, como me duele
Si vieras como duele perder tu amor
Con tu adios, te llevas mi corazon
No se si pueda volver a amar
Porque te di todo el amor que pude dar
Como la flor
Con tanto amor
Me diste tu,
Se marchito
Me marcho hoy
Yo se perder
Pero, ay, ay, ay, como me duele
Ay, ay, ay, como me duele
Como Quisiera
Me duele el corazon
al verte en los brazos de otro amor
Como quisiera, amor querido
que tu y yo estuvieramos unidos
y como quisiera, amor,
tenerte aqui conmigo para siempre
Llorar y llorar
al saber que tu y yo
jamas, jamas, jamas
podrmos estar juntos otra vez
Me duele el corazón
te me dejaste sin razón
No puedo vivir sin tu cariño
Y quiero que regreses aqu conmigo
y como quisiera, amor
tenerte aqui conmigo para siempre

Read more: Selena - Como La Flor Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Goodbye Derek Jeter

Goodbye, it chokes me up to say your name
This is more than a final regular season game.
Goodbye do I smile and look away? No, I think I'll smile and stay
To see where this might go.

'Cause the last time I felt like this, I was watching the Mick
It was his final game in Boston too and he could hardly pick up his stick.
Yes, the last time I felt like this, was long before I knew
What I'm feeling now with you.

 Goodbye I can't wait until all of this is through
 And I guess it means it's true--it is now your time to go--
I know that before the game is through, I will be crying over you
Twenty years--where did they go?

 'Cause the last time I felt like this I was losing my hero
Falling and feeling, I'd never fall in love again.
Yes, the last time I felt like this, was long before I knew
What I'm feeling now with you.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Casey's Message to Kids

Oh somewhere in this joyous land, the sun is shining bright.
And somewhere bands are playing and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere, men are laughing and kids learn about Tallahassee and Tucson,
And Casey repeats his message to kids: NO MATTER WHAT--PLAY ON!

Friday, September 12, 2014


When did I first thinking about killing someone from my class at the high school reunion?

I must admit I had the idea for some time.

I attended my 40th and it was my very first time. There were no murders.

I knew then that my next reunion would include a murder.

I just didn't know who, where, when, who or how.

I just knew it would happen.

I would give them something to talk about at their reunion.

And they would never stop talking about it--for the rest of their lives.


I woke up that Monday following my first Reunion with a migraine. Once I had suffered with these cluster headaches, but that seemed long ago.

There was an authoritative knock at the door.

"New York City Police!"


Was this a joke.

Upon opening the door, I had no sense this was a joke.

"We want to talk with you about a murder."

Apparently, my story had begun without me writing a single word.

What just happened?

What had I done in the past 24 hours?

The police left after an hour. Apparently, there had been a murder last night at the Reunion Hotel.

I called my friend Harry and arranged to meet him for dinner.

All seemed well until he paused and offered:

"Should I be scared?"

Now, I knew Harry was hiding something. He might have been kidding , but he was only half kidding . I wasn't a suspect, yet. But how had this happened? Was I blacking out again?


When I returned home, I walked upstairs to my desk and a single white sheet of paper demanded my attention.

A list of questions.

1. How many reunions have you been to?

2. Which ones (10th, 25th, 40th)

3. Describe your experience. Did any thing in particular surprise you?

4. Did you have a former boyfriend/girlfriend come to the Reunion?

5. What was that like?

6. Why did you go or why would you have gone if you had the opportunity?

7. Were you popular in high school?

8. How have you changed since graduation?

9. Did you have a great class? What would be the highs and lows of those who were your classmates.

10. Would you attend one more?

And one final question

Bonus: Would you still attend if you knew that someone would be murdered before the Reunion was over?

Before I could sense the meaning of this mysterious list, my cell rang.

It was Swifty, my literary agent. If he was going to continue to read me the riot act for my failed Casey's Church Tour, I was prepared to hang up on him.

Instead, he had the tone of my new best friend. What was going on here?

"Have you read any of the texts I have been sending you?" Swifty shouted.

I didn't bother telling him that I don't read texts. I didn't have to. Swifty was like a locomotive. Once he got started--there was little hope to slow him down.

"Are you sitting down?"

I remained silent.

"Bushwick Books wants to give you a 3 million dollar advance for High School Reunion Murders. What do you think of that?

I think at that moment--I did sit down and might have even passed out.

3 Million dollars?

A book?

What book?

And then my head began to swim.

I woke up in a hospital bed and Swifty was still talking. Had he ever stopped?


Friday, September 05, 2014

I Have a Dream

I have performed Casey at the Bat for thousands of audiences.

My first performance was in my teens when I shared my funny parody with teammates while we traveled the dusty roads of Suffolk County en route to schools in Lindenhurst, Bayville, Amityville, and others.

Now, I enjoy entertaining groups closer to paradise in San Diego.

I particularly like making audiences laugh who are involved in fund raising with a charity or cause I like.

The picture would be complete if I located someone who was as good on the phone booking as I am on the stage.

Do you know of
such a person?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

My Search for Thayer

I must admit that I became fascinated with the man who created my legacy long after  he departed.

A fan must have sent me this blurb when Thayer passed away several decades after my ball playing had come to an end.

Thayer's recitation of it at a Harvard class reunion in 1895 may seem trivial except that it helps solve the mystery, which lingered into the 20th century, of who had written it. In the mid-1890s, Thayer contributed several other comic poems for Hearst's New York Journal and then turned to overseeing his family's mills in Worcester full-time.
Thayer moved to Santa Barbara in 1912, where he married Rosalind Buel Hammett and retired. He died in 1940, at age 77.
The New York Times' obituary of Thayer on August 22, 1940, p. 19 quotes comedian DeWolf Hopper, who helped make the poem famous:
"Thayer indubitably wrote 'Casey,' but he could not recite it.... I have heard many others give 'Casey.' Fond mamas have brought their sons to me to hear their childish voices lisp the poem, but Thayer's was the worst of all. In a sweet, dulcet Harvard whisper he implored 'Casey' to murder the umpire, and gave this cry of mass animal rage all the emphasis of a caterpillar wearing rubbers crawling on a velvet carpet. He was rotten."
So I made it my business to meet this character DeWolf Hopper, who I believe to this day, was making money each time he took the stage and used my name without my consent.

I heard he was a Hollywood type, so I put my friend, Spanky who knew anyone and everyone, to put out word that I was looking for him.

I think it was some hole in the wall bar in New York City when Hopper and I first met.

It didn't go well.

He was bouncing around the restaurant as if he was Tinker Bell, table hopping and pushing a dessert, I recollect was called Brown Betty.

When he returned to our table, he ordered such dessert and was flummoxed when he was advised that the eatery was fresh out.

With that, he took a napkin, wiped his long face and made a beeline to the front5 door.

I would never see him again.