Just found this vintage 1964 print of Casey at the Bat illustrated by Paul Frame in my parents bookshelf while prepping for our upcoming family garage sale. I can tell by the handwritten numbers on the pages that this belonged to my Grandpa Keenan lovingly referred to as “Papa Joe”. Any ball player (especially me) can relate to this tale. There‘s no worse pain than the fate of the game resting on your shoulders and then striking out lookin‘.