The score stood 135 to 124, with but one day more to play,
And then when Gordon ran for 9, and Gronkowski did worse with 4,
A pall-like silence fell upon the Judge whose eyes were cast upon on the floor
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only De La O could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now, with De La Oat the bat.”
And Winston threw for 38, and Evans caught 28 more,
But those totals were answered by Pat Mahomes throwing for 33 and his wide receiver Hill getting 34;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of De La O getting to the bat.
But his Seattle D scored 13, and the Judge's kicker 8 more; And Hamilton caught five, and posted 9 upon the board; And Conner ran and got him 12, and Gordon rumbled for 9 more;
And when the dust had lifted
De La O had scored 245, but Rumpole 32 more.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
De La O wasn't done and was advancing to the bat. For T Hilton his wide receiver had not yet played a down And with Andrew Luck throwing perhaps Rumpole would finally frown
There was ease in De La O's manner as he managed his team all year;
There was pride in the Judge's bearing and a smile lit upon his face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas De La O at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he chose his players well;
Five thousand mouse's clicked to wish him very well;
Then the final game began - a season on the line.
From the stands full with people, there went up a muffled
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
They needed Luck to throw the ball to Ty Hilton ever more;
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
But there is no joy in Mudville—or in Judges' chambers throughout Hilton did not catch the ball; The Mighty De La O has struck out! Rumpole- 299; De La O: 253 For those of you who want to read the original poem Casey At The Bat by Earnest Thayer, 1888, click here. Consolation (set of steak knives) bracket: Johnny S- 295 - Mia Courthouse Rules- 127 (for the record, in the championship series, Rumpole outscored everyone). Rumpole is the Champion of the 2018 Justice Building Fantasy Football League.
First place gets a Cadillac, second place gets a set of steak knives, third place is you're fired. I will seek my revenge, in this life or the next.
Congratulations. See you next season.
Thank you Jonathan. It was well played by all and I enjoyed it very much. You did indeed lose out to the championship and hizzoner by a point or two and as we see, if it had been played between us it would have gone down to the final game and just a few points perhaps a reception or two would have been the difference. Thanks for playing and I look forward to next season.
Another brilliant post. No one I know would have used Kipling and IF on one day and followed it with Casey At The Bat the next to expound upon the fantasy football championship. You are truly a very talented individual. I wish we could meet.
Just a simple PD
PD try and not kiss Rumpole's butt too much. He's too old for you. Take it from me. I was infatuated with him until I had a mental breakdown.
Rump in Boston for New Years break with my new GF, a beautiful and smart ER doc in Miami. Anyway she surprised me with tickets to the roadshow of Rochelle Rochelle. It was a dress rehearsal so the director stopped the show a few times to rework a scene but actually that made it even more fun and fascinating. But the finale went off without a hitch and all day today I've been humming "So you made a long journey from Milan to Misnk...Rochelle Rochelle!!"
Click on my name as I've attached a link on amazon to the movie poster I bought. It's so cool.
JUST HOLD ON ONE SECOND BEFORE YOU MEASURE THE DRAPES AND POP CHAMPAGNE
Legal elements of the Democratic party are reviewing certain "scoring irregularities" and as I write this are preparing state and federal lawsuits to prevent the entry and awarding of the championship trophy to Herr Rumpole.
This fantasy football thing is far from over Rumpolium.
Kindly act accordingly...etc etc etc.
Real Fake Team Lurvey says congratulations to Rump. Well played.
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