The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseballMoffat, William D. (William David)
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The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseball
Moffat, William D. (William David)
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
We were accorded the compliment of a round burst of applause, as the
Halford men came in from their practice, and we ran out on the field.
This put us in the best of spirits, and we set to work picking up the
balls, catching them on the fly, and throwing them from base to base
with a brilliancy and dash that elicited frequent acknowledgment from
the grand stand. We had only ten minutes for our preliminary exercise;
then the signal sounded, and the game was called.
Now that fortune had turned, it persisted in our favor, for we won the
toss, and chose the field. Full of confidence we ran to our various
positions, and their first batter took his place.
Not being quite warmed to work yet, I made the mistake of placing the
first ball directly over the plate. The batter caught it about the
center of his bat, and sent it away out to center field. It had not
occurred to us in our calculations that the outfield might prove as
advantageous to our opponents as to ourselves in case they hit hard;
but this was brought forcibly to my mind, for, before the ball was
captured on the ground by Lewis Page, the batter reached second base.
This was greeted by a round of applause, but nothing daunted, we
settled down to work, and put out the next man in short order.
Then came a hard ground hit to George Ives, who threw the batter out at
first base, but this enabled the first batter to reach third. Then a
safe hit was made just over Ray Wendell’s head, and the runner on third
base scored. The next man I succeeded in striking out, and we took the
bat.
George Ives opened with a good safe hit, and according to Ray Wendell’s
direction, he dashed down to second base at the first ball pitched. The
catcher hardly expected this, threw over the second baseman’s head,
and George reached third. The next two, Percy Randall and myself, were
thrown out at first base, and it looked almost as if George Ives would
be left on third, but Holland saved us from this by hitting safe and
bringing George home. We made no more runs, and the inning closed with
the score 1–1.
In the second inning neither scored. In the third inning Halford made
one run, while we were blanked. But in the fourth inning we returned
the compliment by making a run and blanking them. In the fifth inning
they made one more run, making the score 3–2 in their favor. In the
sixth and seventh innings they kept this lead, and prevented us from
scoring.
In spite of their being ahead, we had felt no anxiety, for we were sure
of our superiority both in the field and at the bat, and we believed
that our time would come. It was only at the end of the seventh inning
that we felt the least uneasy.
“Boys,” said Ray, “this won’t do. We are nearing the end of the game,
and they are still in the lead. We must break this up. You see, it
is just as I told you: they play a fine game while they keep the
bases clean. We haven’t pushed them hard enough. We must set the ball
rolling. Start her off, Alfred.”
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