"Let's Not ..."

Let's not talk about baseball tonight.  Let's speak of pleasanter things.  Let's not mock Mudville's mighty man, with his bat held aloft like a samurai sword.  Let's not boast of past accomplishments and seemingly endless lists of records, when the hour only calls for results.  Let's not turn the camera to pan the upper decks and dugouts, for they are as empty as the expressions on the faces of thousands that watched and dreamed of grander things.  Let's not exchange niceties and old clichés about next season, and the fact that it's only a game. 

"Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out."

Chuck