There is No Joy in Mudville


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 somewhere children shout; but there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.

This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at


Probably the sanest, kindest, and most cogent analysis of this entirely sordid Oedipus meets Trailer Trash scenario, I’ve yet found.