The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-06-27

This is a story of the ball game as
Mickey saw it.
Everybody who goes to the grounds
knows Mickey. He is the youngster
who sits on the Worcester bench along
side of Manager Leonard during the
games, and tells the manager how the
game should be played. Mickey calls
himself a "ny-guy," whatever that
means, and it's a good guess that
Mickey knows himself.
The Spy base ball man couldn't at
tend the game yesterday, being obliged
to attend a funeral or something of
that sort, and as he had to get the story
of the game. he sought out Mickey last
evening, for nobody who attends the
games knows them as well as Mickey.
''Wot's dat?" said Mickey when he
was asked to relate the story of the
game. me tell yer? Well, l guess
] kin do dat without any trubble Dere
amt any guy wot goes to de games
dat is as good as me, and yer kin paste
dat in yer hat at dat.
''I'll begin at de beginnin' and I'll tell
yer how it wuz, and OATS right. Yer
know de Worcesters lost, doncher?
Nav? Well, dey did. Dose scrappy
mugs from Roseschester winned.
Dey'se all right, dey is, and yer kin
go home and tell yer foxes about it.
De Wo1cesters-wy, dey made me SO
sick I kin taste it yet. Yer oughter
seeen dem. Say, dey trew away
whole lot er runs. wy, dose fellers
oughter scored millun, but dey ruined
bases like a lot er jayhawks. Some of
dose Worcesters muster had dreams
dey wuz Piper Donovans de way dey
ru med bases. Dey couldn't made
'em wild bicycles, pom me soul, dey
couldn't. De Roseschesters had EN-
mile, OATS right. wy, if dey had
ter stay where dey oughter, dey'd be
scorin' yet
But dat wuznt de only ting, yer
know Dey played bum ball in de
field. Oh. it wuz fierce! I'll betcher
anything q gang of women frum de old
ladies home could play better ball dan
dose fellers played. I don't tink I can
play little bit meself; but you betcher
life I don't play de way some of dose
fellers did. In the furst place, de
Roseschesters didn't have no license to
make any runs at all. Dose are the
two runs in the fort, l mean. Dere
wuzn't anybody out when Dutchy
Smink, de fat Teller who ketches fer
de Rosesct esters, hit to Kuhns. He
goes and trcws it on de bum to Kobe
danz. Say, l forget ter tell yer dat
Carr got broken nose in the furst in
min and Kloby had ter play de bag.
well, Kloby didn't get de ball and
Sminky got tree sacks. Burke hits one
ter Horton, which wuz all right. Hor-
ton makes a good stop and trows de
man out at furst Den he goes ard
gets two strikes on Bean, and dere
isn't a ball. wat does Bean do but
bang de next one, and 1T gets by
Kuhns, and Sminky scores. OATS one
Den Bean goes down to second. Dat
Yeager is getting off in his trowin'.
He trun de ball out in de field ard
Bean makes anudder, dead easy. Den
Horton makes a bum play. Becker hits
him a grounder. He trun it to Yeager
and he trun it bum. Yer see, Bean WIZ
comm from third base. and Horton
should have trun it on de left side cf
Yeager, so he could touch him. but he
trun it way over ter de right, ard
Yeager couldn't touch Bean. OATS two
runs.
"But dat amt all. De Worcesters
tied de score, and yer may well say
It wuz good work at dat. And de fun
ny ting about it, before I fergets it,
wuz dat de tail end of the battin' list
did de biz De players dat bat furst
yer know, are de ones who are hired
to do de battin'. Deyll lose dere jobs
If dey bat like dey did in dat game
score. 1t wuz tree to tree. Well / taut
sure de Worcesters would win den.
Yer know, dey got awaits dat yer
call it-for being inishers. But dey
made ME sick. Dey finished like Ban
astar did in de Suburban. I don't know
wat dat is, but OATS wat a Teller in
de grandstand sed. De Roseschesters
wuz de fnishers insteder de Worces-
ters. AS 1 sed, de score wuz tree to-
tree when de Roseschesters come in
ter bat in de ninth Campau wuz de
furst batter up. He hits one to Har-
rington dat had lots of ginger in it.
Wot does Joe do but tumble it. Youse
fellers call dose things hits, but he d
oughter got it, just de same. But Joe
is been playin' er good game, and
amt got no grudge agin' him fer not
stoppin' dat one. Anyway, 1t wuz
hard one, and he didn't stop 1t. OATS
all right Den Smitty hunts little one
ter Horton He goes and trows 1t ter
first. He gets his man, of course; OATS
wot Smitty wants, yer know. If wuz
manager, I'd fine him for dat play.
Why, he had Campau a mile at second
If he trun it to McQuaid. Right dere' s
where de Worcesters lose de game. lat