The San Francisco call., 1908-09-16
Transbay Players Quickly Make
a Joke Out of the
Game
STAMPING OF THE CLUBS
RESULTS of GAMES
By w. J. Siaffery

The real baseball joke of the sea-
son was perpetuated yesterday after
noon on the Oakland field by the Com
muters They did everything that
could possibly make a ham, out OF the
game. and the farther it went the
worse the gang became. Error fol-
lowed error and boot followed boot
until the fans rose up with all their
dignity and called for the police, or
the fire department, or anybody. but
nobody responded and the slaughter
continued to the. end of the ninth in
ming.
1t was the first appearance Of the
Angeles since their recent victorious
pilgrimage of the north. and the way
the Oaks acted against them should be
enough to convince the multitude that
class distinction on the diamond is very
marked. From the viewpoint of the
casual observer, the game looked like
a mixup between champions and coolies.
While the awful farce was being en-
acted three pitchers, or near pitchers,
adorned the Oakland slab. One was
quite as bad as the other, though in
fairness to them 1t is only right to
SdJ lAdl lACy lHl6n( nave Ao0 a OCleCA
time of it had the fielders behaved
themselves 1t would have been i'm
possible for Matthewson TO do any good
the way the Oaks worked.
The grand total OF errors onstoOd
the number of basehits scored by either
team. Ten big, fat, juicy ones are
chalked up against the Oakland band.
The mighty Truck Eagan led the pro-
cession with four to his credit during
the six innings that he lasted. Maybe
the others would have been quite as
bad had the ball been hit as often 10
them.
Toothpick Nelson started to do the
twisting for Oakland, but a third of an
inning, was as far as he went. ReT-
to left and Oakes sacrificed. Dillon
bunted Berry" home and was safe
on Slattery''s bad heave to the bag.
walked and Ellis finished it up with a
two cushion drive to right, scoring an
other pair of runs.
Hardy was the next SALESMAN to
brave the TRADE of Angel wallops. He
got away with the balance Of the first
and all of the second, but in the third
the Oaks began TO boot the ball very
nicely. One error after the other was
charged up against the Commuters,
home with the aid tof one single by
Bernard.
The southern champions rested in the
lOuTl1, out the nIln saw lneD1 On the
job again with all their earnestness.
The Oaks could field no better than
they did In the previous spasms and
1t did not take the champions long to
usher delegation of three Of their
members over the pan. After this.
Cookey, the cook, was brought in from
left and finished the game in the box.
and strangely enough the Angels
stopped scoring.
Walter Nagle had his usual Tuesday
afternoon spitball breaking just right
for him, and the way the Oaks swung
their clubs wildly at everything he
tossed at them made the transbay fans
moan and groan. Seven scattered hits
tells what the Commuters did with the
big stick. They never had a chance
to put one over on the southern saliva
artist.
Nagle's teammates gave him the best
they had in the field. Not one of them
erred on any of the hard chances that
came glancing over the diamond inning
after inning. Besides fielding and hti-
ting, the champions performed like
jackrabbits on the bases and worked
the squeeze play to advantage every
time they saw a chance. The score:
No urrr