Game Called

“Game Called” by Grantland Rice; first published in Base-Ball Ballads, 1910, later updated (1948), memorably, for the passing of Babe Ruth. Sadly apt once again, for José Fernández.


“Game called”—across the field of play

The dusk has come, the hour is late;

The fight is done and, lost or won,

The player files out through the gate;

The tumult dies, the cheer is hushed,

The stands are bare, the park is still ;

But through the night there shines the light

Of Home beyond the silent hill.


“Game called”—where in the golden light

The bugle rolled the reveille,

The shadows creep where night falls deep

And taps has called the end of play;

The game is done, the score is in,

The final cheer and jeer have passed,

But in the night beyond the fight

The player finds his rest at last.


“Game called”-—upon the field of life

The darkness gathers, far and wide;

The dream is done, the score is spun

That stands forever in the guide;

Nor victory, nor yet defeat

Is chalked against the player’s name,

But down the roll the final scroll

Shows only “how he played the game.”



You have a fine way of “playing the game.” Warm regards, fran

“Granny “would approve of this poem’s use for this occasion.
I’d add Arnold Palmer here as well.

Thank you for introducing me to this.

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