Well Al I did not tell you that before I come out to the park I kissed
little Al and Florrie good by and Marie says she was going to stay home
to and keep Florrie Co. and they was not no reason for Marie to come to
the game anyway because they was not a chance in the world for Allen to
do nothing but hit fungos. Well while I was doing all this here swell
pitching and makeing them Cubs look like a lot of rummys I was thinking
about little Al and Florrie and how glad they would be when I come
home and told them what I done though of coarse little Al is not only
a little over 3 months of age and how could he appresiate what I done?
But Florrie would.
Well Al when I come in to the bench after there 1/2 of the 7th I
happened to look up to the press box to see if the reporters had gave
Schulte a hit on that one Weaver throwed away and who do you think I
seen in a box right alongside of the press box? It was Florrie and
Marie and both of them claping there hands and hollering with the rest
of the bugs.
Well old pal I was never so supprised in my life and it just took all
the heart out of me. What was they doing there and what had they did
with the baby? How did I know that little Al was not sick or maybe dead
and balling his head off and nobody round to hear him?
I tried to catch Florrie's eyes but she would not look at me. I
hollered her name and the bugs looked at me like as if I was crazy and
I was to Al. Well I seen they was not no use of standing out there
in front of the stand so I come into the bench and Allen was setting
there and I says Did you know your wife and Florrie was up there in the
stand? He says No and I says What are they doing here? And he says What
would they be doing here--mending there stockings? I felt like busting
him and I guess he seen I was mad because he got up off of the bench
and beat it down to the corner of the field where some of the others
was getting warmed up though why should they have anybody warming up
when I was going so good?
Well Al I made up my mind that ball game or no ball game I was not
going to have little Al left alone no longer and I seen they was not
no use of sending word to Florrie to go home because they was a big
crowd and it would take maybe 15 or 20 minutes for somebody to get up
to where she was at. So I says to Callahan You have got to take me
out. He says What is the matter? Is your arm gone? I says No my arm is
not gone but my baby is sick and home all alone. He says Where is your
wife? And I says She is setting up there in the stand.
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