With the thousands of poems describing the game of baseball and its extraordinary players, coming across a poem that seeks an in-depth cross-section of the crowd is unusual and rarely encountered. William Carlos Williams created a poem that portrays the crowd as an almost organized crowd bent on cheering for their team or, in turn, booing them. The reason Williams does this is because he is portraying, in a sense, simplicity versus chaos, where the simplicity is the game of baseball itself and the chaos is the crowd. The game of baseball is simple and to the point. One throws the ball, fields it, and uses a bat to hit the ball. The crowd, however, is complex and many fields act on it. Emotions and extensive consumption of alcoholic beverages turn the crowd into a dangerous crowd. With references to stanzas ten and eleven, it tells of how the Jew and the flamboyant woman understand what is happening as emotions run high. Stanza ten refers to sexual violence and stanza eleven refers to the attempted genocide by Hitler and his Nazi regime. Williams talks about how the crowd acts and moves in unison. He refers to these people who make up the crowd as drones, completely and continuously tuned into what is happening on the diamond. Williams thinks this is beautiful, because even in its chaos there is a sense of sameness. He also talks about how audiences are drawn to the game for its thrilling chase. This simple form of play can stimulate the crowd to become a crowd that could be perceived as dangerous. Ultimately, Williams believed that the crowd was nothing more than an emotion, a movement, and a person all in the same thing. The baseball game is nothing without the roar of the crowd and the summer solstice. For these people who make up the crowd, it's every man's dream, it's the applause and laughter that keeps them going, it's baseball.