New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-06-14


one Of them:
Ty CoRB. Detroit Baseball Club. .r,
II Won PLAY against Philadclphia. You VIII Ge
hot from or, Of the buildings outside me park
We know YOU are yellow. You showed II "Icn
vou.pil,cd Baker. Now let see II You are game
enough ~ play in that next series. Il you uo'
vou are done.
Mrs. Cobb didn't want me TO play.
-izcd no the letter, though, as bluii that
someone. possibly gambler, wanted to keep
me ont Of the series against the AthlcllcS;
Reside. was in that batting slump, and
wanted 10 get out Of it. The first time
came 10 bat the crowd got after me. hcy
called me everything, and ended up wili
steady chant, Strike him out. Strike nm
out
If there's ANYTHING that makes me work
L,rIrr rs for someone to bait me. | get
fohting mad. Then and there, although l
di,ln't know it AT the moment, my batting
slump was broken. :,
plank was pitching for the Athletics. tie
tbrew me a curve, and let 1t 60 by |
Guessed the next one would be fast one,
and set myself 10 meet it. | guessed rght,
and bounced the ball down the right Icld
foul line. and when | stopped running, at
third base. | gave the crowd the laugh. My
slump was broken, and didn't care what
they said.
THINK | have more trouble with crowds
L than any other ball player. This IS due
10 the fact that when | broke into the big
LEAGUES | was pretty Young and had a temper
that was too quick for my own good. only
in later wears have | successfully curDcd II:
But the crowds remember those harcup5 OF
the past. Then my manner on the licId IS
AGGRESSIVE It's part of my game. couldn
play ball if didn't feel aggressive. But /
think that anyone who knows me VIII ten
YOU that | am a perfectly harmless, mid
hammered housc-cat sort OF Individual Oh
the field.
recall an experience when we were play
ing in Cleveland. slid into third base
riding high, with spikes aglimmer. ana
this purposcly; for Olsen, the Cleveland
baseman had been blocking runners.
wanted to scare him. He saw the spikes,
and kept out Of the way thereafter.
Il guess well call it off, Ty, he said, and
grinncd.
There was no hard feeling between us.
It was all in the game.
But right behind the visiting team bench
was a man with the voice OF monstrouS
bullfrog. Every time there was lull IN the
uproar of the park his voice would croaE,
DIRTY work, Dirty work, Cobb. Ill get
YOU after the game. Look out for me at the
PLAYERS gate.
WELL he kept after me all the afternoon;
and began to get on my nerves. Finally
shouted back something in his general dl-
rcction. | couldn't see who he was; but
concluded he must be as big as a house,
possibly a pugilist. The game over, some
Of the PLAYERS offered to 60 out the gate with
me. If there was going to be an attack, they
wanted to see that got square deal. rs we
passed through the gate heard the bulirog
voice, only now it was very friendly. ltsaid:
Hello, Ty, How are you;'
| looked around, and saw an amazing
sight. That voice was coming from man
who looked five feet high and didn' t weigh
a hundred pounds.
"That's the fellow who was going 90 eat
YOU up, Ty," said Aloriarty.
Well, the players gave me the laugh on
that thing for couple Of days.
THE crowd is a pronounced factor in going
after the pitcher Managers McGraw,
Chance. Jennings, and Griffith know well
how 10 make use Of the crowd. Pitchers tell
me that there is one thing coming from
crowd that bothcrs them. They don't mind
scattered abuse; but when a crowd gets on
one word or phrlSc and keeps chanting II