Hamlet at the Bat
To sacrifice, or not to sacrifice, that is the question.
Whether 'tis better in the average to suffer
The absence and lack of base hits,
Or take chances against a lot of fielders
And by slugging make them. To find--to fan
No more, and by a drive, to say we end
The strike outs, and the thousand natural slips
This flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To find--to fan--
To fan! perchance to touch--ay, there's the rub...
*Found in Harold Seymour's Baseball: The Early Years, 1989 edition, p. 357.