No joy in Loserville

This is the third in a flurry of posts from today, and it goes out to Mr. Kemp. On the off chance that the pain is not as sharp anymore for Gregg, I thought I would post a short passage from a poem that encapsulates some of what it feels like to be a Seahawks fan:

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 shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.

Of course, this poem speaks of the pang when a reliable hero fails, thus letting down the people. Seahawks fans, naturally don't have this problem, since they are never expected to succeed. Still, I thought it makes for a nice moment.