Elyra OH Chronicle-Telegram 1912-10-09 p6
THE BOSTON RED SOX WIN FIRST GAME OF DOWN NEW YORK GIANTS AT THE POLO GROUNDS BY SCORE OF 4 TO 3. JOE WOODS' GREAT PITCHING Strikes Out Two Men In Succession In Ninth Inninf When McGraWg Player* Have Two Men on Bases With One Out. By Damon Runyon. New York. Oct. 9.--A stripling with a braided arm and a fighting heart carried the Boston Red Sox through to victory over the New York Giants in the opening game of the world's series. "Smoky Joe." they call him, although although when he made his appearance in the land of the living 23 years ago this month, his fond parents thought the world would know him only as Howard Boiersoa Wood, and "Smoky Joe" it was who emerged from that fierce fl(ht up under Cogan's Bluffs with the lion's share of the glory. Let them analyze the game with expert expert skill down to the last flung ball: let them take it up play by play, move by more, and show how a crashing attack by Heine Wagner, Forest Cady, Harry Hooper and Steve Yerkes in the seventh inning broke through the pitching defense of big Charley Tesrean, the hope of Gotham, Gotham, but wheu all is said and done, it was the chilled steel nerve of "Smoky Joe" that lifted the Sox across to a 4 to 3 victory. You have been told of Joe Wood's diamond deeds in columns of type; you have read and listened to speculation speculation as to his prospects in the championship championship tilt for many weeks, and you know that men esteem him great in his calling, but never will be be greater greater than he was in the last half o* the ninth inning A quick shift in the Giant attack engineered by the master mind of baseball brought the big town pack snarling at the heels of the young Kansas City boy. True, he held a two run lead as he faced the Giants for that final inning, but in a moment his advantage was reduced to a single single point, with runners on third and second base and but one out Slightest Slip Meant Disaster. The roar of 40.000 voices beat about the ears of the wonderful young pitcher as he faced Arthur Fletcher, the long shinned, long chinned short stop of the Giants, crouching across the plate like a sprinter set for the gun. Squatting on his haunches in the coaching box off third base, McGraw. McGraw. the Giant chief, was snapping staccato commands to Herzog, who nervously jockeyed back and forth along the base line, while Beals Becker, running for Big Chief Meyers, Meyers, pranced around second base. From the coaching box off first the voice of Christy Mathewson rolled in unceasing chatter that could be heard t above the mad din of the human bowl in which the scene was set. A mere single meant defeat for Wood and Boston, because the fleet Herzog and Becker would surely score. The slightest slip of any sort meant disaster--even disaster--even a long fly to the outfield would bring a tie score, and "Smok Joe" knew all this as he fingered the ball. He took his time. He "made one or two flngs to second to make the agile Becker keep close to the bag: he walked around in a small circle just behind the box, picking up loose dirt and rubbing it on his hands And then when he was ready he pitched to Fletcher, and pitched with all that blinding speed which gives him his name and his place among the great nght banders of baseball He struck the Illinois boy out for the third time of the afternoon, making a total of ten men he had fanned with the dazzling "smoke" of his delivery. delivery. The next man up was Otis Crandall, the wide shouldered Indiana farmer boy, mightiest of pinch hitters, hitters, who had succeeded Tesreau in the box in the eighth innlÂ«ng. Wood's Mighty Heave. Wood took his windup-long circling sweeps of his arms, as he swung the ball above his head and then lashed out with a motion that seemed to carry from his heels to his head--a pitching motion that baseball men call the "follow through." Once he lost control, and the ball swished past Crandall's head, so close that Otis fell flat on his back on the ground. The count was finally three balls and two strikes OB Crandall, and on the pitched ball might depend! the result of the game. The young huir.r^u catapult drew his arm far hack and then let fly a ball that men will tell you was one of the swiftest pitched balls they have Â«ver mÂ«*p.n delivered, and which was THE SCORE BÂ«iton. Hooper, rf 3 Verke*. 2b 4 Speaker, cf 3 f.ewlc. If 4 Gardner. 3b 4 Stahl. 1b 4 Wagner, Â«Â» 3 Cady, e 3 Wood, p 3 A.B. R. H. O. A. E. i i 0 1 1 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 2 O 1 11 1 0 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 Totals 31 4 6 27 9 1 New York- A.B. R. M. O. A. E. Pevore, If 3 1 o 0 0 0 Doyle, 2 b . . 4 1 2 3 7 0 9nodfraÂ«c, cf. . . 4 9 1 2 0 0 Murray, rf 3 0 1 1 0 0 Morkle. 1b 4 1 1 13 o 0 Heriog, 3 b 4 0 2 1 T O Meyers, c 3 0 1 6 1 0 Fletoher, ss 4 0 0 2 1 1 Tesreau. p 2 0 o o 2 o Crandall, p 1 0 0 0 1 0 Â»McCormlck 1 0 0 0 0 o f Becker 0 0 0 0 0 0 Totals 33 3 8 27 13 1 Â·Batted for Tesreau In seventh. tRan for Myars In ninth. Two-base hits--Doyle, Hooper. Yerkei, Wagner. Three-base hit--Speaker. Sacrifice hits--Hooper, Cady. Bases on balls--Off Wood 2. orf Tesreau Tesreau 4. Struck out--By Wood 11, by Tesreau 4. by Crandall 2. Double pleys--Stahl to Wood. Hit by pitcher--By Wood (Meyers). 4 runs, 5 hits Off Tesrenu In 7 Umpires--Klem and Rigler, O'Loughlln and Evans. Total paid admissions--35.730. Total receipts--$75 127. National Commission's share--$7,513. Players' share--$40.558. New York club's share--$13,523. Boston club's share--$13,523 as straight as a foot nil". Crandall swung his bat around with misaty fury and missed. The gme was over. A great splash of livid coloring against a background of brilliant green rolled over the in the wake of the ball plajers as raced toward the clubhouse \.hile the jubilant Boston- rooters paraded w ith their band and sang and their good game Red Sox. aud for defeated Giarts, too Thai startling shift made by Manager Manager McGrav. in the ninth inning produced a finish to the gaTie which Â·will be '-emembered as long as they play for the ch^mpioubhip o* the world SiiuaUirs on 'ils haancbes Inning after inn'ng, the cold eyes the Giant chief had studied every form that had made him the of the American league He was manifestly nervous and at times a unsteady Last Half of Ninth. The Giants, under instruction from the "Little Napoleon," tried "waiting him out," crowding the plate and working desparately for bases on balls, but ever Wood maintained the advantage of keeping them "in the hole" The Giants are famous for their ability to wait. It is the McGraw McGraw creed^that a base on balls is good as a base hit. And so man man went to the plate and waited, while the eyes of their leader searched searched every move of Wood for a weakness. In that last half of the ninth, hope apparently dead, McGraw suddenly suddenly switched his mode of attack against the Wood pitching, and every man that went up swung at the ball "Smoky Joe" presented. Time and again that shift has brought victory to the Giant forces in many hard fought game Jack Murray, the Red thatched right fielder of the Gotham crew, who was bitterly roasted roasted for his batting inefficiency in the series last year, but who redeemed himself, lifted a long fly to Harry Hooper Fred Merkle, whose bat had seemed impotent against the crackling crackling speed of the Boston hurler all afternoon, singled over second. Charley Charley Herzog, crowding the plate to last half inch of room allotted the batter, dropped a single in short right field. A storm of cusVons rained down over the diamond from the wild enthusiasts enthusiasts in the stand as Big Meyers smashed a single to the right field barrier, scoring Merkle, and taking second himself on the throw in. Herzog pulled up at third Becker was pat in to run for the heavy footed Indian, and then it was that had to prove his worth. THE TELEGRAM WAV COLUMNS. YOU GET RESULTS. FPEE--Stamp cat, value 20c to BOYS. AQB. this add. ELYRIA NOVELTY CO. 318 Prospect.