The record-union., 1898-11-28
THE SACRAMEhTOS BEATEN.
WENT DOWN BEFORE THE SAN
FRANCIsCos.
A Rather List1ess Ball Game for
the wind-Up OF the Sacra-
mento Series.

The last league game of baseball to
be played in this city this season was
fought out at Snowflake Park yester-
day between the Gilt Edge and San
Francisco teams, and the local people
went down to defeat to the tune of 8
TO 6.
Years and years ago some man who
had fiddled on one string, threw up mis-
hands and announced that variety
was the spice of life" That man was
probably considered crank among
the people with whom he associated,
but to-day his sayings, wise and other
wise, are pondered over, and people say
he was a philosopher. If variety is
the spice of life, the game at Snowflake
Park was the liveliest thing in Sacra-
mento yesterday. There was plenty of
variety; there were great stops, stupid
muffs, grand d-stand fouls gathered in,
yellow streaks that extended all ths$
way around the diamond, long drives,
efforts to make long drives that ended
in disaster; there were times when
every man in both teams played sure,
steady baseball, and there were times
when every man became so ratified that
they had no idea what they were there
for
The phenomenal work and the yellow
streaks were divided around pretty
evenly, and one team could not say to
the other that it had more than it's
share of either.
But the fact remains that the local
people were beaten by a score of 8 TO
6; and while their friends may attempt
to explain why they lost, and may fig
ure out that if the first baseman would
have backed up the left fielder, or that
if the shortstop would have got under
the grandstand foul, the result would
have been different, one point stands
out in bold relief, viz: the Gilt Edge
aggregation is not what it used to be.
The reliable team work seen early
in the season is not there, and there is
a lack of confidence all around. Many
of the crack-a- Jacks are not playing.
Harvey and Tim Shanahan are on the
sick list, and there is to be seen a GER
tain listlessness which ought not to be
seen in an aggregation of pennant-win-
ners, and which was not seen early in
the season. One weak place in a ball
team weakens every part, and three or
four men cannot win games.
The. San Francisco people scored one
in their half of the first inning on base
hits by Krug and Hammond. In their
half of the second the locals also pegged
one on Stanley's safe drive to center
field, Lochhead's sacrifice hit, and
Dennie's smash to center, Stanley tie
ing the score.
In passing, 1t is but justice to note
that Stanley, the quiet, gentlemanly
backstop, has developed into one of the
surest batsmen in the State, while his
work behind the mask improves with
age
Then in the third the locals added
two buttons to their string, and the
shivering mortals on the bleachers
emitted howl after howl, but when in
the fifth the boys from the Bay agi-
tated the dust all around the diamond
three times, the cheers were turned
to walls. illustrating the mutability Of
crowds.
But when in the sixth-the usually
fatal sixth-the home team got in
bunch and pulled out with three runs,
the frozen spirits of the crowd thawed
out and the cheers and howls Of vic
tory took the place of signals of dis
tress 1t looked dead" easy but dead
things sometimes crawl, and when in
the seventh the visitors chalked up two
runs, tieing the score, the crawling
process was on.
And in the eighth the slaughter of the
innocents was in order. Doyle gave
Brockoff a base on balls, and Croll got
to first while Dennie and McHale were
juggling a grounder he sent out to
them. An attempt was made to catch
Brockoff at second, and as a result he
anchored at third with Croll at the
second station. Then Doyle, who was
evidently afraid of Stroeker, gave him
free transportation to first and the
bases were full Shea, who was consid-
cred an easy mark, hit to Dennie who
threw high to the plate and Brockoff
scored Smith flew to Borland and
Croll came in on the out, and the cup
of gall was full to the brim.