The Chicago Cubs began play in 1876 as the Chicago White Stockings, and they won three consecutive pennants in 1860, 1861, and 1862. Of course, all championship games were exciting, but the last game of the 1862 series was quite a dramatic nail-biter, and poet Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request) wrote his now-classic poem "One Game is left of the Series" (below on the right). Dickinson's poem then in inspired third-cousin Emily to pen her poem "On Day is there of the Series" (below on the left).
Of course, there is only one game left in this season's series -- and we have only one thing to say about that: Go Cubs!
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Of course, there is only one game left in this season's series -- and we have only one thing to say about that: Go Cubs!
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| By Emily Dickinson: One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor Pussy I dissect the Play Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday. Had there been no sharp Subtraction From the early Sum – Not an Acre or a Caption Where was once a Room – Not a Mention, whose small Pebble Wrinkled any Sea, Unto Such, were such Assembly ’Twere Thanksgiving Day. | By Emmett Lee Dickinson: One Game is left of the Series Termed Post-Season Play Executed on the Diamond – Soon in Memory. Neither Pitcher nor Catcher I inspect the Sport Seems it to my Couched viewing And analysis of Score. Had there been one sharp Sacrifice Or an early Bunt – One less Strike or Foul – Might others be in front? Success will certainly count sweetest By those defeated today – Sorest comprehension for those Who lose the Play. |
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