Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-04-17
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The grandstand is full of opti-
mistic fans shocking peanuts and
waxing hot and cool over their old
favorites and newcomers. The silver
clarionet band strikes up 1.-The Star
Spangled Banner" or Doing the
R%accoon," and the mines parade
onto the diamond.
A generous amount of handshak-
ing and grimacing is done and the
home town hero is presented with
a genuine gold-plated crossed bat
watch fob. He stammers awkward
appropriations and stumbleS over a
bat bowling his way back into line
with the rest of the nine. The
crowd cheers Justify as a big feel
ing swells from their chests into
their Threats.
Other formalities take place while
wiry kids chase flies and daisy
cutters in the outfield. Then comes
a lull in the buzzing hum and the
umpire announces the batteries.
"P-L-A-Y B-A-W-L," the nattifly
uniformed umpire crates in stem
torian tones with a flourish of his
be-caped head. The mayor strolls
out into the pitchers box adjust
ing his spectacles. The Pepul's
Servant does either one of two
things: He serves up one to the
platter in washwoman style, or he
makes his arm sore for a week by
heav1ng a smart-aleck out-curve
Gil show 'em a trick or two-didn't
l play on the Jimville town nine?
Sure I did, and I wasn't so worse,
either.
The game is on and the home
nine takes a drubbing. That young
whiz Of a left handler is knocked out
of the box in the third inning. The
hero recipient of the watch fob
strikes out among a groan Of
Obs" He duplicates in his Sec
ond trip to the platter and fans be-
gin to ask: Whats the matter? I
believe he has gone back. Not the
same man he was last year." On
whiting the third time, several
distinct Kisses are heard.
When the fans finally sulk out
OF the stands with the final score
1913 againest them, they begin
their season of razziny. "AIl that
baloney they had in the papers
about the greatest nine In the
towns history! Why if my ten
year-old nephew couldn't play bet
ter ball than that I'd send him off
to a girls seminary. If they would
get rid of that pin-head manager,
now. they might do something.
They'll be right up in the racer
Yeah, with only seven clubs ahead
OF them" Etc, ad infinitum.
But we were spared. The VAL
ley evidently Is doomed for a base
ball-less season. That is, organized
baseball. One group Of loyal fans
tried hard enough, but even they
couldn't put it over without CO.
operation. Well, we have our Skeet
clubs, golf links, amateur mines.
radios, autos, dates, "talkies." etc..
but then there was room for base
ball, too.
There's a certain young fellow
operating in these parts whose ire
we would certainly hate to arouse.
He has a left jab that works like
the bobbin on Mr.. Singers well
known sewing machine. And not
only Is he fast and clever, but he
packs a K. DIN his leather stud
ded dukes. His name is Garcia.
Carlos Garcia. One hundred and
thirty-eight pounds of concentrated
pugilistic poison.
He performed in the main event
Of Al Robinson's card in Mercedes
Monday night at the expense of
Mike Golinda. a ring veteran who
is nobody's simpleton in the
squared circle. The lamps went out
and the spring dance began for
Mike in the sixth round.
.
What with Johnny Hughes and
Garcia both in the Valley-but per-
haps We presume too much. Diff
culties arise when you begin to
match them on paper. One or both
might object to the bout. But II
they were gotten together, what a
choice morsel for the fans to nib
bic and crunch onl Or as for that
matter, Battling Shaw and Johnny.
Or Shaw and Garcia.
Col. Ben. were you at the fisti-
cuffs Monday? We will be eagerly
scanning your columns for the e
turns, for they always pack a wow.
Don't disappoint us.