[GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING] The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville Nine that day. The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play. And all 5,000 throats recoiled upon the flat, for Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. Close by the sturdy batsman, the ball unheeded sped- "That's not my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said. She signalled to the pitcher and once more the spheroid flew. But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two." And now something different than we read about in the poem. Casey thought of summer days and time she'd spent at home. The hours she'd spent with mom and dad outside on the backyard grass, practicing together when she was just a lass. She relaxed. And her confidence, well, it grew. And above the roar of the crowd, she heard her dad say, "Follow through." Now somewhere men are laughing and children having fun. But tonight there's joy in Mudville, for mighty Casey hit a home-run. [CLAPPING] Family.

Isn't it about time? From The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.