The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-06-18


Mr.. Alloway, pitcher of the Torontos,
got all that was coming to him in the
game at the oval yesterday afternoon.
When he put his right foot on the
slab out in the center of the diamond
he may have thought he wouldn't
But he did. Things began to come his
way Immediately.
Is At first he rejoiced, because his mates
encouraged him with cries of, We'll,
they're coming your way today, old
man." and the like. Alloway smiled
Before the end things began TO come
his way-the other way. They came
so fast that he couldn't handle them
and he forgot to smile.
The Torontos have given evidence of
having championship aspirations but
they looked like punetured tire be-
fore the Worcesters got through with
them yesterday afternoon. Before the
game they were as clipper as a gang
of sports starting out on a racket.
When it was all over and the remains
were gathered up, they looked as if
they had been handling a can of .dyna-
mite without needing the caution print
ed on the outside.
The Worcesters returned to open an
other series after a glorious career
along the muddy banks of the Con-
necticut. After training in Connecticut
mud for a week, everybody expected
the players would develop speed when
they struck hard going. They did.
The footing was a trifie bewildering at
first and they couldn't strike the gait
they wanted, but when they did reach
1t they shook Toronto faster than a
fellow does his best girl when present
giving time is approaching.
When the Worcesters were last here
they were pretty fair team as ball
teams go, something about the size
of the Springfields or some Of those
clubs that can play a little bit.
The team that played yesterday isn't
the same team at all. They must have
discovered a Ponce de Leon spring
somewhere along the Connecticut and
imbibed freely. If anybody mentioned
such a team as Springfield in the same
breath as the WOrceSters, he'd be
tarred and feathered and ridden on a
rail in record time.
It's all due to securing a little fell
low for the infeld. His name is
Leach, but there's nothing in a name
and if his name was Mud people would
suspect that there was gold dust some
where beneath. One man doesn't make
2 ball team any more than one swal-
Ipw makes a summer, but that man
Leach makes whole lot Of things.
If he was all by himself out in the
field probably the other fellows could
get something past him. but since he
began to play the other men discovered
that they could do a thing or two. The
acquisition of Leach means more t
the team than the playing of one goOC
Ia "a II n s,,E
ers have confidence in their ability anG
fight the ball all the time.
The Improvement was noticeable yes
terday. Hitherto the players lacked
confidence in their own ability anC
many balls got away from them more
easily than a cop can get away witt
a free lunch. But it's different now
It's more difficult for a ball to get away
from the infield now than it is fol
AguinaldOs followers to get away from
the Americans in the Philippines. AnC
it's no cinch that any of those fellow!
will make any records at escaping.
Leach is a little fellow, very little
but oh my, how he can play ball! He'i
more lively than kernel of corn owe
a hot fire and he's better than a clair
vOyant in seeing what should be done
That's when he's in the field WheI
he's at the bat he's got an eye tina
could count the legs on a microbe anC
he's more select in his choice than
man is when he's buying a marriage
ring for the first time.
Truly Leach is a great little man
The chap who said good goods are dom
up in small packages must have la,
him in mind when he discovered III
idea.
Now, although Leach was the warm
est thing in the bunch yesterday, IN
whole bunch had been kept near IN,
fire, and he wasn't the only thing tina
would burn. Joe Harrington was Z
more agreeable surprise than a stock
ing full of presents on Christmas morn
ing. Harrington played in right fielS
for the first time in Worcester and per
haps he didn't surprise the natives.
He didn't lay in ambush contentinl