WELL, demmit, why not? Every other method has been proposed and discussed, both the sublime and the ridiculous, from ascension contrived by the Angel Gabriel—and he would be irreverently taken to task—to brimstone seizure out and down by the Prince of Darkness —who would receive a sacrilegious meed of praise.
Between the two great sports there are striking resemblances; wind, speed, stamina, and luck all count. Many place an emphasis on wind. All the impulses of human nature have full play in each game. Consider the number of forces that pull and tug at a captain in making out a fitness report, likewise all the various ways by which we underlings strive to beguile him into writing nice footnotes about us. Compare the foregoing with the training, scheming, planning, plotting, and running on the race tracks. How alike, too, in results. Favorites often falter in the last few strides, while long shots drop from the clouds to win. Old “has-beens,” warmed by the June suns, recover the use of dinky legs and stage stirring comebacks.