Norwich bulletin., 1911-06-29

Crawford, with the grace of Chase. and they did not make good. They lacked the prime essential-stoutness of heart. They wavered when the crisis came. have seen wizards of the game quayer in the heat of battle and lose their cunning. They didn't last long they never do. To begin with, of course, a man must have the natural ability to hit. field and run And then comes imagina tion- Give me the player who can conceive plays, who thinks all the time he IS in the Same-and Whc does not stop thinking when it is over, but keeps his mind or it and goes over every play of the afternoon, recalling how he made this mistake and how he could have avoided it and of how he pulled off that play and the reason he did it.
 The ball player who doesn't love his game isn't worth his salt. The man who doesn't feel a thrill Of req joy per- colating through his system when he hears the bang of the bat against the hall or the shout of the umpire calling him safe a. he dives for the bag, isn t a ball player. He's getting away under false prentenses. When I joined the old OrioIe team down in Baltimore l was young, at an age perhaps where early impressions stick strongest, but all through my life as a ball player and manager I have always felt that the club handled by Ned Hanlon was the greatest team ever organized. 1 recall with what enthusiasm Johnny McGraw, Bill Keeler, Wilbur Robinson. Doyle and the rest of us used to stddy our game under the careful, Safient guidance of Ned Hanlon.
 On the trains, in tbs corridors of the hotels and often in bed ar night when We should have been sleeping, we were dis eUssing plays, arguing over them and planning for the game tomorrow. rI1 It was baseball morning. noon and night. Nerve is the first great re- auirement and love of the game for it's own sake, is the second. A man like Cobb, for instance, gets a pretty fair salary But if you should get Cobb on a team to which no money was paid, he would play just as hard, once he denned his uniform.
 A sample of this IS shown in an incident that happened at Bennett park in one of the games a year ago. As recall it, we were playing New York. We had had a hitting bee and had scored so many runs we were all tired out and the crowd had grown weary of the constant scoring IL was toward the close of the game and Cobb was on first Step eff and let them tag you out, Ty, for heavens sake finish it, , said Bill Donovan, who was coaching from first. And Ty grinned and step ped from the bag with his hands at his side. awaiting the ball. And right there that tired crowd was electrified by the most sensational base running I had seen that year. As the catcher shot the ball to first Ty started. He was caught off the bag and started to zigzag back and forth with the whole infield chasing him. Back and forth he dodged. Finally they threw just a trifle wide. Cobb made one of his famous "dipsey-do' dives and was safe at second
 Why didn't you get out as you agreed to?' Ty was asked, after the game. Well, I started to. ali right, said the Georgian. @but,fgee whiz, after stood there 9 second and saw that ball coming I couldn't, do it. l said, By j1miny, if you fellows get me, you'll have to work to do it. I just couldn't stand still and let them throw me out.''
 His love for the game was so strong that he couldn't stand it He had to fight back, whether he wanted to or not. -fS tH