Brewers 3, Reds 12: Swept Out of Cincinnati

KOTSAY. O that we now had here
    But one in ten of those retired Brewers
    That were All-Stars in their day!
 
ROENICKE. What’s he that wishes so?
    Is that you, Mark? Clean out your locker;
    If we are meant to lose, then we’ve got enough
    Guys on our roster to lose with; and if to win,
    The fewer men, the greater share of victory.
    God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for money,
    Nor care I who is in a contract year;
    I’m not interested in restaurants and Remtees;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet Wins,
    I am the most offending soul alive.
    Have faith, my excess glove, wish not a man from days past.
    God’s peace! I would not lose so great a victory
    As any past player would want to share with me
    For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
    Rather proclaim it, Mr. Kotsay, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach for this pennant race,
    Let him depart; a trade will be arrang’d,
    We’ll give him meal money and put him on a plane;
    We would not play on that man’s roster
    That fears the outcome to play with us.
    This day is call’d the Home Opener.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    With the prudent use of a designated driver,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
    And rouse him at the membrance of Openers.
    He that shall win this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is Opening Day.’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and fire his coals,
    And say ‘These brats I grilled on Opening Day.’
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he’ll remember, with advantages,
    What meats he cooked that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Ronnie the Manager, Wolf and Fielder,
    McGehee and Braun, Weeks and Betancourt-
    Be in their flowing mugs freshly rememb’red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And a Home Opener shall ne’er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of Brewers;
    For he to-day that scores runs with me
    Shall be remembered; be he ne’er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in Milwaukee now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That grilled with us upon Opening day!