For those of you that don't -- see after the poem, below.
Baseball’s Sad Lexicon
These are the saddest of possible words:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double —
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance”.
-- Franklin Pierce Adams (c. 1910)
This was a New York Baseball Giants fan's poetic lament -- penned when last the Cubs were universally feared, nation-wide. Let it begin anew, this very evening, some 108 years later. Smile. Go. Cubs. Go.