The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-09

It is exceedingly hard to lose a game like that of yesterday, and a darn sight harder to write about it.
 would feel better 4oo0 miles away, where the Nile Iaves the Egyptian lilies or where old Charen row lost souls over the Styx.
 A game as that of yesterday turned out to be makes a man wish he had never heard of, much less seen, four-cornered plat, or which nine men do stunts before a cheering and hissiag audience. And if there was any other medium in the city through which the result of yesterdays game could become known. would throw up the sponge and go again to that coua- try where Bob Taylors birds whistle in the morning and the baeeze3 blow unceas~ ingly.
 And it must not be taken for granted that am an ardent admirer of Bob Fay Tor.
 He is like some baseball players I know of--mighty good until the pinch comes.
 But he has a flow of words that carries man back to his childhood, a flow, in other words, worse than that of our own statesman and game commissioner, John H., Jr.
 Reference to the above distinguished gentlemen reminds that once upon time we wrote politics. and now realize that that job was a cinch compared to what we have before us now. It is easy enough to concoct platform for a George Ward. or a Frank o'Brien. easy enough to ring
 
 keep the people guessing, and easy enough to make predictions as to the outcome of strenuous campaigns.
 But the hardest job that ever confront cd a man, we believe. is writing a baseball game that is lost after it is won.
 And this brings us back to the original proposition.
 Before going into particulars. however, I want to correct an error, and take the blame for it's publication. which put the fans on their ears yesterday afternoon.
 To begin with it is true that no team refused to waive on Demont, and as Mir. Baugh requested waivers Tuesday after noon at o'clock, the three days time limit was consumed yesterday afternoon at o'clock, or last night at 10 o'clock, allowing five hours for the message to reach the distinguished president of this Southern league of Montgomery's.
 There is d question that every news paper man asks whenever he sees anyone. That is. What ye know?''
 When the best man of one of our con- temporaries asked that question yester- day afternoon we informed him that We had heard that Little Rock had refused to &waive on Demont. It was in spirit of Hum and had there been the slightest sus- hpicon that he would have published that Information without an investigation, the rror would have been corrected. But no one has refused to waive. slt is strange how news gets about. De- mont heard the rumor at the park, and told some of his friends. The fans dis cussed the matter from every standpoint and industrious correspondents flashed the news to the four corners of the uni verse.
 No one has refused to waive-that is. no one had so notified the association at midnight.
 But to return to the game of yesterday afternoon, we desire to make this state ment:
 The loss of the battle is not attributable to Robertaile.
 I have never seen the infeld higher in the air than the Barons sailed yes terdav afternoon, and l have seen three other games go the same route-L e. 10 the other fellows after we had sewn it up.
 At the beginning of the ninth inning. the Barons held the big end of the score --7-3
 In the ninth, the Pretzels made six runs, six, six!
 There were few hits. greater num- ber of infeld scratches, and a thous- and and one bobbles
 At one time our old friend Walters held the ball in his hand and let Bax- ter after he had fallen midway score from third There was another time when men were half way between first and second, second and third, and third and home Then the ball was thrown all about the lot, and all the Barons missed it.
 I cannot with exactitude tell how 1t happened, for I turned my face when saw the clouds bursting. Suffice it to say that the bursting was accompanied by 6 mighty roar. if of thunder, the earth shook, the little birds piped sadly and sought shelter-then hush, calm, stiffness, silence, a supreme indif- ference, and all was over.
 The Barons jumped athwart the shoulders of Van Anda, and beat him unmercfully.
 '.Van" as Horace Hool affectionately calls him. had less yesterday than he had the day on which he trounced the Barons in Montgomery. He had absolute ly nothing, and although no one believed us when we wired that fact home from Montgomery, we were cleared of all charges and insnuations yesterday after noon.
 The terrific swatting of the Barons gave them seven runs. In the meantime, few scattering hits bit of listlessness, and more than one dumb play. had furnished an oppOrtunity for the Seepers to cir