Eastman Thune proved a Little Lord Fauntleroy!
I can’t think of a greater malfeasance than the continuation
of your poppycock and piddley-poo! While
casting a vote for the windy-city murderers to appear in the La Belle Serie
Mondiale is a safe (some would say namby-pamby?) bet, the notion that
Detroiters would be denied another time is tantamount to an Irishman demurring
at an unwatched distillery. A foppish
fantasy! Nonsense on stilts!
Ty Cobb dominated, ripped up the basepaths and the shins of
his opponents throughout the last saison, and this correspondent sees no reason
why this status should not remain quo.
And while a Killer Cubs World Series is plausible, there is no reason to
suggest they would easily win. They do
indeed feature a murderous pitching rotation, led by Three-Finger Mordecai
Brown (27 wins to 9 losses) and his bewitching colleague Orvall Overall
(20-11), and lead all the leagues in Chadwick’s newly devised Earned Run
Average (a tetchy 1.74).
But curse you Thune, calling for their dominance for the
duration of the cententary and beyond is nothing short of swinging a dead cat
in a Chinese opium den and feigning surprise when striking a harlot. It’s a virtual certainty, man! They have the most devilish fireballers, the
dandiest batsmen, and a crackerjack defensive infield of Tinker, Evers, Chance,
and Steinfeldt. Sweeter sibilance
couldn’t be dreamed up for any newsman’s reel.
Be that as it may, your tone of conciliation leaves me no
choice but to lob up a softball prognostication for you to masticate upon,
Alabaster, and I will not equivocate.
Look you to this come springtide: this season will show an unlooked-for
boost from the man of your last column.
I predict a mighty effort by those Cuyahoga Clippers, the Cleveland
Naps. Arrogant namesake though he may
be, I predict Napolean Lajoie will lead his upstart brigade nearly into the
pennant, only to have his efforts dashed by Cobb’s wizardry.
Confound you Old Man Winter, when will you forsake your
slumber for the gilded lilly of Lady Spring?
Men and boys alike trudge through the mush and brave the howling gales
for your respite. Come soon. Please?
We need your sweet breath, and the following crack of the bat.
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Silas ‘Red’ Quigley
Editorial correspondent for the Boston Wax-Intelligencer. Editor/Publisher of various workers rights
publications, sporting weeklies, and Ladies Garment Journals. As a youth he was attache to Henry Chadwick (claims to be the
uncredited co-creator of the box score).
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