September 6, 1924

By Mickey from Warren Corner
as a favor to that kidnapped writer guy

OUTSIDE NAVIN FIELD, DETROIT—I never saw so many kids out on Trumbull and National as I did today, more even than on that day we were all waiting for the Babe's 30th homer, but it wasn't no surprise. Not with school starting up again on Monday and half the gang about to be kept home the last three Saturdays to get shoved back in their grammar books. Me? No chance. School for me is on the sidewalks every day, and I ain't missing crap at the ballpark until the Tigers are dead and in the ground.

Brainy Eyes Bradley let me watch the first few innings through our biggest hole in the fence today after I kicked him in the rump enough times. The Indians scalped us something awful yesterday, and most of us had given up and gone home by the 6th inning. Today Ed Wells was throwing darn tough, and actually Coveleski was too for them, considering what a crappy record he has, and after Cobb got to second in the 1st when Jamieson dropped a fly, Pratt singled him in and we had the first lead.

"Hey Mickey, cops are lookin' for ya!" I didn't hear who said it but it pulled me away from the fence and into an alley across the street for a good part of the middle innings until I realized some joker said it to get my eye out of the knothole. The Beesum brothers, wouldn't you know, so I put balled-up chewing gum pieces into the back of each of their heads with my slingshot to pay them back.

Turns out I missed seeing how we made it 2-0 in the 6th, and Brainy Eyes had to fill me in about the two errors at third by Yoter that helped get Pratt home. It was pretty pathetic that we could only score against this last-place team due to errors, but with the strait we're in these days we may as well take the runs.

Wells got out of trouble a few more times, and went to the 9th with a chance for an actual shutout. I was back at my fence hole just in time to see Luke Sewell and Homer Summa both single, hear the crowd groan, and then watch Cobb go the mound and call for Hooks Dauss. Hooks is definitely our human heart problem, but most of the time he gets the job done.

I did say most of the time. McNulty smashed a double down the right field line, the ball banging off our fence and making me dizzy a second. Then another pinch-batter Frank Brower creamed a triple the other way, and just like that we were down 3-2. One of the Beesums was poking my back for a look so I turned and punched him a few times to make myself feel better, but this was horrible!! How could we lose to these rubes?

Well, the Tigers must've been wondering the same thing, because they took care of business for a change. Al Wingo batted for Dauss, swung at Bud Messenger's first pitch and popped it deep to right. It flew over our fence, landed right in the middle of us, and bounced off twenty or so hands but I didn't move an inch from the fence to go for it because I didn't want to lose my spot and after all it was only an Al Wingo ball.

And I'm glad I didn't move, because Rigney walked, Cobb singled him to third, and with the infield pulled in Bob Jones, who replaced Pratt for defense when we were up 2-0 a long time ago, skipped a ball over the 1st base bag for the winning hit!

What a game. Even Bailey the Trumbull beat cop danced a little jig with us for a minute or so. By the time I got home I found out Washington had lost, too, so it was a great Saturday all around.

Thanks for listening.

CLE 000 000 003 - 3 8 3
DET 100 001 002 - 4 9 0


RED SOX 4-6-3, at SENATORS 1-2-1
From what I gathered, the Lord certainly played a part in this one, because Alex Ferguson and his 8-16 record utterly did away with Walter Johnson and the Senators, issuing them just two singles. I speak of a miracle because not only did Ferguson also allow seven walks, but because the leadoff Senator in three separate innings reached second base due to a 2-base fielding folly on Boston's part, yet all failed to score. I will surely ask Mother and Father to take me to church an hour earlier tomorrow to keep this kind of thing going.

at YANKEES 6-14-2, ATHLETICS 3-8-0
Herb Pennock didn't pitch like a pudding-headed oaf for once, and the Yanks got three late triples from Scott, Meusel and Ward to finally do away with the Mack Bunch.

at WHITE SOX 13-17-3, BROWNS 11-16-1
St. Louis was eliminated from having a chance to win the pennant flag of the American League which they give out every year when a team finishes in first place, because Ernie Wingard stunk like poop. The Browns collected four runs for him in the very 1st inning but he gave Chicago four runs right back, then four more in the 2nd and two more in the 4th before the manager no doubt took a strap to his behind. From my extra extra research I also learned that Wingard allowed 16 of the 26 Chicago hitters he faced to reach base. For the White Sox, backup catcher Grabowski had a day of days, smashing four doubles and a single and knocking in eight of his team's thirteen runs. Wow.

AMERICAN LEAGUE through Saturday, September 6
Washington Senators 8350.624
Detroit Tigers 7561.5519.5
Chicago White Sox 7065.51914
New York Yankees 6667.49617
Boston Red Sox 6569.48518.5
St. Louis Browns 6572.47420
Cleveland Indians 5979.42826.5
Philadelphia Athletics 5777.42526.5

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