A Sunday in August

It's a beautiful day outside. Stop surfing the Internet. Go to a baseball game. See you back tomorrow!

These are the saddest of possible words:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double--
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Franklin Pierce Adams (1910).