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In 2006, Gatorade used an instrumental version of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" in a commercial over video highlights of the United States Men's National Soccer Team in the lead-up to the 2006 FIFA World Cup, closing with the tagline "It's a whole new ballgame."

The NHL used the song to promote the 2009 NHL Winter Classic between the Chicago Blackhawks and the Detroit Red Wings taking place at Wrigley Field on New Year's Day, 2009. At the time, it was the first Winter Classic to take place in a baseball stadium.

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Baseball and pop culture have intersected in America for more than a century. The National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum takes a look at these cross-over stars and events in our web feature #Popups.

Only a handful of fans realize that the two verses of the song are about Katie Casey (later changed to Nelly Kelly), a girl who was mad with baseball fever as she asked her young beau to take her to a ballgame rather than a show. This faint whiff of romance added to the song's success on vaudeville, where singers (including Norworth's wife and star, Nora Bayes), actors, even acrobats, incorporated the hit into their acts. Also adding to its immense popularity, the song was featured during intermissions at the early twentieth-century nickelodeons where it was accompanied by \"lantern slides,\" photos touched up with paint that provided the audience with a visual component to the song as the lyrics scrolled across the bottom of the screen. This way, when Katie Casey made the pitch to her date, everyone in the audience could respond in song: \"Take me out to the ball game...\"

Only a handful of fans realize that the two verses of the song are about Katie Casey (later changed to Nelly Kelly), a girl who was mad with baseball fever as she asked her young beau to take her to a ballgame rather than a show. This faint whiff of romance added to the song's success on vaudeville, where singers (including Norworth's wife and star, Nora Bayes), actors, even acrobats, incorporated the hit into their acts. Also adding to its immense popularity, the song was featured during intermissions at the early twentieth-century nickelodeons where it was accompanied by "lantern slides," photos touched up with paint that provided the audience with a visual component to the song as the lyrics scrolled across the bottom of the screen. This way, when Katie Casey made the pitch to her date, everyone in the audience could respond in song: "Take me out to the ball game..."

Having our kids grow up as Padres fans is quite alright for this Yankee mom. I am enjoying the sport itself and the new friends we have made along the way. Watching the joyous cheers from my kids and smiles from their cousins has my heart feeling full. Baseball is our nations game and truly great American fun for all families. In the great pursuits of life, everyone has been to a baseball game. Some will strike out, some will hit grand slams, either way baseball is truly a training field for life and I love that our family takes advantage of having the major leagues right next door!

"In the seventh inning fans all get up and sing 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game,' and they're already there. It's really a stupid thing to say and I don't know who made 'em sing it. Why would somebody that's there get up and sing take me out to the ball game? The first person to do it must have been a moron." - Pitcher Larry Anderson

It was released Oct. 31, 1908, after one of the most exciting seasons in the sport's history, and first heard in The Amphion on Bedford Avenue in Brooklyn, according to the book "Baseball's Greatest Hit." At the time, there was a long delay during movies while film reels were changed, and the pause was filled by an illustrated song. Slides were shown in conjunction with a song, which would be sung by a house vocalist and accompanied by a pianist in an early version of today's music videos. Photos for "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" were taken at the Polo Grounds in New York, and after the song and slides were finished, the lyrics were shown on the screen with an invitation for the audience to sing along. Within a few years, millions of copies of the sheet music were sold. By 1911, most movie houses had two projectors, ending illustrated song plays, but the popularity of "Take Me Out to the Ballgames" was established.

Lyricist Jack Norworth said he was inspired by a sign he saw on a New York subway that said, "BALL GAME TODAY AT THE POLO GROUNDS," and he wrote the words in less than 30 minutes on the train. He also claimed he didn't see a professional ballgame until 20 years later, though the book "Baseball's Greatest Hit" disputes that. Composer Albert Von Tilzer, an Indianapolis native, said his inspiration came from the phrase, "One, two, three strikes you're out." "It had sock," Von Tilzer said in the book. "I finally worked it into a song and Jack wrote the lyrics." The two never collaborated on another song, though the reason is not known.

Gabriela Montero joins Fred Child in NPR's Studio 4A for an ingenious Classical Detour. She's not a baseball fan, but she takes us out to the ballgame anyway. How she gets from a Mozartian minor key to a major-key variation on "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" is what makes Gabriela Montero unique.

True fans actually know why they come. Donnelly and his daughter said they'd wait as long as it took after Tuesday's game so she could get her picture taken with ex-Oriole Brady Anderson, now an Indian. Last season, they asked him for his hat in the ninth inning of a game. "Can't now. I'm playing," he yelled back. "See me after the game."

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ONE of the hottest sports stories in Boston this month has nothing to do with teams or athletes or coaches. Instead, it centers around a radio station that is switching from an all-news format to round-the-clock sports. News broadcasting costs money, the manager of WEEI explains. Sports broadcasting makes money - lots of it, apparently, judging by rumors that the revamped station will pay its top host anywhere from $400,000 to $700,000 a year.To a nonathlete, this programming change serves as only the latest example of what appears to be an insatiable national appetite for sports. From all-sports channels on TV to ever-fatter sports sections in newspapers, and from the current baseball-card mania to the possible revival of The National sports daily, the message is clear: The jock is king. Even the news-serious New York Times recently beefed up its sports coverage, using space on the front page of the second section each day to promote sports stories inside. Sports metaphors have also become inescapable in the workplace, where executives speak of corporate "game plans" and urge employees to be "team players." With each new sign of a pervasive sports culture, those of us who feel more at home in a theater than a stadium - and who can barely tell Wayne Gretzky from Larry Bird or an inning from a down - realize that we are part of a shrinking minority. Like athletes sitting on the sidelines at a game, we are destined to remain on the sidelines of conversation, listening with a mixture of bewilderment and boredom as those around us talk about team standings, critique managers' moves, discuss million-dollar contra cts, and analyze the latest trades. It is all a foreign language, and no Berlitz teacher can help us. As bad as it is to be a nonfan of big-league sports, it may be even worse to be a nonparticipant in amateur sports. Anyone whose athletic prowess is limited to wimpy games like croquet, badminton, and Ping-Pong - and whose idea of pleasant exercise is a bike ride or a brisk walk - remains forever on the defensive, forced to smile gamely as friends and acquaintances ask, with a note of incredulity in their voices, "You don't play tennis?" Last week a relative by marriage went so far as to joke that I am the "family mutant," because I don't share their passion for tennis. She was teasing, but she made her point. In the game of life, 1990s-style, only game-players score. As nonplayers will cheerfully admit, it is our loss, to be sure. We who are more comfortable holding a book than a ball will never know the satisfaction of working on a backhand, perfecting a swing, or going for the burn. And while we understand the appeal that athletics hold for others, both as spectators and players, we are left with a nagging question for ourselves: What's wrong with us? Do people who are not sports-minded lack a basic competitive drive? We hope not, and prefer to offer other explanations. Jefferson went too far when he said, "Games played with the ball, and others of that nature, are too violent for the body and stamp no character on the mind." But many of us fail to understand the pleasure of violence in sports like football and hockey. We also find the language of sports sometimes bearing an uncomfortable resemblance to the language of war, as in phrases such as "We took no prisoners" and "We killed the other team." Even so, a bystander can understand the pleasures and sympathize with the rewards of sports. Games provide rules and create a reassuring artificial order. If nobody can quite figure out how to keep score in real life, everyone knows how to do it in games. And in an increasingly complex world, sports represent a golden childhood, when life was more simple. Where will this sports craze end? With billion-dollar contracts? With a domed stadium in every city and a tennis court or putting green in every yard? No one can predict. But if the trend continues, perhaps someday even those of us on the sidelines will take racket or club in hand and discover hidden athletic abilities. Perhaps we'll also find ourselves happily seated in a ballpark somewhere, munching peanuts and hot dogs as we cheer "our" team on to victory - realizing, at long last, what all the fuss i s about. But don't buy us any season tickets just yet. 006ab0faaa