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Construx Shallow Analysis - Take Me Out to the Ball Game

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Construx Shallow Analysis - Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Yes, this is bad timing, but after being cajoled into pretending to sing this so many times this summer, the song piqued our curiosity.  We are all baseball lovers and lovers of all things athletic and American at Con strux nunchuc.x

Katie Casey was baseball mad,
Had the fever and had it bad.
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev'ry sou Katie blew.

Ian:  I originally wanted to talk about the history behind this great tune, but then realized wikipedia exists.  So much to say right off the bat (heh heh) here.  I can only assume we are talking about just one person here, one daft chick with two first names.  Okay.  Why ask her about the temperament of a sporting event.  Back in the days when this song was wrote, baseball was idyllic and gentle.  I can't imagine fans acting back then like Bill Murray does now.  But why would she go see the game f she had The Fever (scarlet or typhoid, they don't say).  This girl is very ill and apparently very poor, too.  She has no money to get into the park, so she's goes out an blows sous for quick spendin cash.  If you've ever met a Wrigleyville resident, you know this isn't too hard to imagine.  Oh, poor Katie

Ryan: Thank you for the songs history, Ian! I would like to say that I am very excited that we are doing this GREAT SONG. I am sure a Canadian can contribute plenty to a song that is about Americas Sport. I am not a baseball fan at all... I was when I was a kid but stopped enjoying the sport when I was about 10. If I did watch it, I am sure my favourite team would still be the Montreal Expos! Also, Bill Murray is my favourite actor!

On a Saturday, her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go,
To see a show but Miss Kate said,
"No, I'll tell you what you can do."

Ian:  I wouldn't be surprised if the beau were me.  All the guy wants to do is take her out for a matinee and instead of being flattered that any guy at all would take her out at all ever, especially since she's going to die within the week of some sort of syphilis or rheumatoidly arthritic tensions, she gets all picky.  Not, "Oh a show would be a lovely break from all the handies i've been givin away in front of the baseball stadium."  No.  Rather, "Listen bub.  I'm a busy lady.  I'll tell ya where ta stick yer matinay!"  Not only is she immoral, but detestable too!

Ryan: I agree with Ian here, she does sound easy. I am not sure what is here to analyse. It is clear what is going on. Either this choice is a shot at me, of we truly are questioning the Chux Chasers intelligence. 

"Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
I don't care if I never get back,

Ian: I'm all for granting a woman's dying wish, but really I think a crowd is the last place for a diseased hooker to be trotting around, especially when every last male attendee, or "sou", will immediately recognize her.  And she's pushin the limit here.  Buy me this buy me that, because I damn well can't afford it myself!  And then just as my man, Beau, gets ready to put her down in her place, she rubs her illness in his face. And she's a plain hipster about it. "Yeah, I might die, right here in the ballpark, probably while orally stimulating the wiener vendor, but I don't care.  Whatever."  Yeah, whatever, Katie Casey.

Ryan: I am impressed by your breakdown here. Some how you turned 4 simple sentences into a book. She wants to go to the ball game and she wants cracker jacks. I would ask for one one of those huge pretzels  Those are SWEET!!

Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."

Ian:  First off, shut up and sit down you lying skankwoggle.  Second, it's probably not healthy for you to be out at all.  Not for you and not for others.  Now you wanna just get drunk and shout at the top of your lungs for whoever the hometown favorites are.  I'm sure you know a lot about shame, though you seem to have none, you walk-of-shame struttin Jezebel.  And don't think that just because you know one rule in baseball that it makes you a damn expert. 

Ryan: I think the writer of this song is questioning the intelligence of baseball fans. I knew the basic rules when I was young, so I imagine the average fan already understands these things. And unlike Ian, I am pretty sure that that is the only rule in baseball..

Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names;
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along good and strong.

Ian:  I guess this Beau ended up being duped into getting her season tickets.  Then she'd probably fake sick with him and go with some other guy, then sneak off at the game to... aherm... get to know the players and shout out their first names.  Again, just because she knows how strikes work (and I doubt even that!), she thinks she can sass the man who calls the shots, seeming healthier than ever.  What's up with that Katie?  Looks like you only get The Fever when it's convenient or when you need the pity, eh?

Ryan: I will be honest... I do not know this Katie girl, but she sounds like a bitch. If I was the dude in this "song" I would never take her anywhere. I think he could do a lot better. Though Ian and I have not seen eye to eye lately, I think as far as this girl is concerned we are on the same page..

When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

Ian:  I hate you, Katie Casey.

Ryan: What an awful song.... Screw you, baseball and Katie. 

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