Clipping:World Series a contact sport
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| Date | Wednesday, October 27, 1886 |
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| Text | [from Caylor's column, reporting on the World Series games] ...there was a good deal of bad blood between the two nines, and it showed itself. The little sport of running into one another was indulged in quite extensively. Monday Anson struck Gleason at second base as if Bill was a bastion gate to the enemies' citadel and Ans was a battering ram. Brother Bill for a while didn't know whether the sky had fallen or whether it was a sort of condensed earthquake. But he dropped something, and on looking to see what it was found out that part of it was himself and the other part was the ball. That was a starter, and next day the Browns had all the sport (?) to themselves. O'Neill took the first turn, and he went into Pfeffer at second base a good deal as an express train going at the rate of forty miles an hour runs into a train standing on the track. Fred landed about three feet from the base on his back, and Tip fell in him for good measure. Soon after Burns was about to receive a thrown ball from Ryan to head off Foutz when Dave gave him a rushing razzle-dazzle right in the stomach, which caused Tommy to perform a flip-flap worthy of a gymnast, and when he got his breath he saw Foutz on third base and the ball at his side. Welch performed the third act. He was heading across the plate on a throw-in, and McCormick was backing up Kelly. Robby was clipping along right behind Curtis, when the latter collided with the massive form of the Paterson blonde just as the latter was about to squeeze the ball. Of course, the jar sort o' mussed up Mac's calculations, and instead of gripping the festive sphere Jeems aimed a straight shoulder roaster at Curt's head, which missed the mark by an inch or so. Wednesday Robby came sailing in from the East to the home plate just as Kelly got the ball, and instead of sliding Robby went broadside against the receiving end of the Jersey batter, and for a while Kel imagined a mule had kicked him. I remarked to Mr. Spalding at the time that such doings was not ball playing, and ought to be stopped. The St. Louis players carried it too far, and yet they were undoubtedly trying to administer to Anson's men their own medicine. |
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| Submitted by | Richard Hershberger |
| Origin | Initial Hershberger Clippings |
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