The air thumped like a volcano with the crater plugged up. Many a horny tongued son of toil on the bleacheries buried his teeth in the soft pine boards and pulled out knots in sheer anguish....
Reitz seized himself passionately and bore down on the plate. Irwin shot the ball in with a scream of triumph and Reitz died....
And then, finally, at the end of the 12th long paragraph, comes the end of the story, which is also the first mention of the final score:
That was the run of the game. It was to exciting too tell about.
And I believe it.
Have you ever wondered how ballplayers joshed in the early days of the 20th century? Here is how the Baltimore Orioles joshed in 1908, according to J.M. Cummings in the May 28
The Sporting News
, under this headline:
ORIOLES' OFF DAYS. PASSED PLEASANTLY IN LOBBY OF HOTEL
"Waiter, remove these peas," he [manager Jack Dunn] demanded. "They won't stay on me knife. Bring me some split in half, that will.... Boys," he began. "I am seriously thinking about organizing the Baltimore Club into a minstrel troupe at the end of the season. Prithee, what thinkest thou?...Dessau and Pearson could figure as the P.-C.-M. kids in a knockabout comedy I have in mind to be called 'The higher up we go the better we like it, because it's so different, yet it ain't.' "
Hearne rose at this thrilling juncture, threw up his hands and in a stage whisper remarked: "I'm getting foolish."