The '88 Colonels-April 1888, or Blue Ribbons, Pig-Stickers, and Bull Rings

As I stated in my previous post, unfortunately, an insanely busy April and May of this year prevented me from properly researching and posting about the 1888 Colonels. I've been working extra innings to rectify this, here's my first post to catch up with our friends from Gilded Age baseball.

When we last left the Colonels, they'd been mostly breezing through their spring exhibition schedule. Louisville scheduled a game against the defending National League Champion Detroit Wolverines, but April showers prevented the interleague encounter.

Louisville vented their frustration at missing an opportunity at playing the NL champs by sweeping two games against the Western Association's Milwaukee Brewers.

On April 16 and 17 Buffalo and Louisville split a two game series, Louisville's starters, Guy Hecker and Scott Stratton performed well in both games, Hecker didn't get support, Stratton, Louisville's "veritable wonder," did.

Before the April 16 game, an evangelist preached a temperance sermon, and according to the Courier-Journal, got every Colonel to sign an oath to abstain from alcohol, including the champion drinker/batsman, Pete Browning.

As base ball solidified its grasp as the National Game in the years following the Civil War, the temperance movement in America gained steam. Americans had earned a reputation for overconsumption of alcohol and the ill effects of drink worried many in the nation. A strong prohibition movement grew in an attempt to dry the nation out. Many people signed the pledge to stop drinking, this drive came to Eclipse Park on April 16 and at least for a time included the Falls City's beloved Colonels. The local press called them the "Blue Ribbon club," as the blue ribbon denoted one who'd taken the temperance pledge.

Pete Browning, certainly enjoyed a "drink of an eve" to quote Johnnie Parsons, it seems his drinking started as an attempt to dull the pain of mastoiditis, a painful, debilitating ear ailment. This self-medication grew into a fondness for drink, which was well-known to just about everyone in the city of Louisville and the American Association. His future endeavors indicated he didn't keep his pledge long.

The Colonels left Louisville on the evening of April 17 for St. Louis, where they'd face the three-time defending American Association Champion Browns to open the 1888 campaign.

St. Louis brewer, Chris Von Der Ahe built a dynasty in short time. They had such stalwarts as Arlie Latham, Charles Comiskey (the future owner of the Chicago White Sox), and Tip O'Neil. In 1887, O'Neil hit for the highest average in the history of Major League Baseball when he bat .435. This is incredible at first glance, however this number is inflated by the fact that in 1887 walks counted as hits. This is one of the many statistical anomalies of the game's history, one that I'd like to explore more later, but for now will just present to you in this truncated form.

It's safe to say the Colonels faced a formidable opponent to start the season.

On April 17, the Courier-Journal optimistically predicted a split for the St. Louis series. In my readings of the Louisville paper, it's safe to say the local writers didn't hide their partisanship and as a result overestimated the capabilities of the Colonels. The four-game tilt with the Browns proved this point.

St. Louis blanked Louisville in the opener 8-0 in front of 5,000 on a day that "was bright and sunshiny, a marked contrast to Manager John Kelly's face at the end of the ninth inning."

Louisville had trouble with every facet of the game, only eking out three hits, sloppy defense, and poor pitching.

The next day proved little better, Guy Hecker got hit hard, giving up 24 hits in a 13-7 loss. Pete Browning managed a triple in spite of a cold, but the Colonels performance proved forgettable otherwise.

Sports fans and the sporting press can be fickle, today's hero is tomorrow's goat. It's always been that way, as the Courier-Journal stated Guy Hecker was a "trifle too fat" and he "should condition himself better." The week before the same paper defended Hecker's apparent 30-pound weight gain from the writers of the Baltimore Sun, stating he was not "too fat" after he'd pitched well against Buffalo. How soon we forget!

After an off-day, the Colonels lost yet again to the Browns, 11-7 in spite of a strong outing by Scott Stratton. Louisville's defense again appeared to have stayed in the Falls City, as the Colonels committed many errors.

St. Louis completed the sweep the next day as the Browns pounded Toad Ramsey, who had difficulty commanding his drop curve. Once again, the Colonel defense did little to aid Ramsey's pitching woes and in spite of good base running, Louisville lost 11-6.

Louisville limped out of St. Louis and headed west to Kansas City for a four-game roundup with the Cowboys.

The hefty Guy Hecker took the mound against the Cowboys in what the Louisville press called the "bull ring" on the 24th and he got lit up a second time and the Louisville defense, as usual so far for 1888 didn't show up. However, the Colonels made a game of it, losing 15-13. Pete Browning came up a double short of the cycle and Reddy Mack homered, but the offense couldn't make up for a losing effort in the field and on the mound.

Scott Stratton and Pete Browning led the Colonels to their first victory in 1888, winning 15-6. The Colonel offense stayed hot, as Browning went got five singles in five at-bats and Stratton helped his own cause with two hits.

Louisville made it two in a row on April 25 as they stampeded the Cowboys 18-6. Toad Ramsey found the command of his drop curve he so sorely lacked in his previous start, and the offense continued to click on all cylinders.

Guy Hecker closed out the Kansas City series with a solid 7-3 win on April 26. He had control issues, but also scattered only four hits over the first eight innings.

Admittedly the Cowboys weren't as good as St. Louis, but the Colonels looked good in the 3-1 series win. As the Derby City boys pulled out of Kansas City for their home opener, they and the City of Louisville had high hopes for the next series against Cincinnati.

Cincinnati had just taken a series from St. Louis, three games to one and over their years in the American Association proved one of the best teams in the circuit. The proximity of the Falls City and the Queen City made the two teams bitter rivals. The Louisville press especially spewed invective against their foes up the Ohio. In the coming series, the Courier-Journal called Cincinnatians and their club chumps, "beer drinkers and pretzel eaters" in a slur on the city's German heritage (which is strange, as Louisville has a strong German history as well), and "pig stickers," as Cincinnati was a major pork processing center.

A strong crowd of 3,000 filled Eclipse Park on Saturday, April 28 and the Colonels didn't disappoint, winning 6-4 on the strength of a four-run second and the arm of Toad Ramsey.

An enthusiastic throng of 7,000 Derby City and Queen City residents showed up the next day of the second game. Three boats from Cincinnati brought 1,500 supporters, so a goodly mix of supporters filled the stands.

The Courier-Journal stated "the game was a contest for blood from the start" as the young Scott Stratton faced Cincinnati's "Apollo of the Box" Tony "The Count" Mullane. The handsome Mullane proved a stalwart of the Association and his record made him a formidable opponent for all AA clubs. Stratton found that out this day, as the Reds played well in every particular, winning 8-3.

On a cold close of the month of April, a small crowd of roughly 500 braved the weather to see Louisville go into the bottom of the ninth with a 5-3 lead and two outs. (Note, until 1950 the home team could pick to bat first or second, so Louisville batted first this game, giving the Reds the last at-bat.) Hecker, who'd pitched well, subsequently put two men on as second baseman Bid McPhee came to bat. The future member of the Baseball Hall of Fame subsequently hit a triple, tying the game 5-5. The next batter singled McPhee in and the Colonels lost in crushing fashion.

The Colonels closed out the Cincinnati series in abysmal fashion, as Tony Mullane scattered four hits, leading the Reds to an entirely dominant 18-2 victory. The painful loss of the day before apparently hung over the Louisville nine as the Colonels committed a ghastly 13 errors, and Toad Ramsey proved entirely ineffective in the box.

The end of the first three series of the season saw Louisville sit at a 4-8 record. So far the pitching proved uneven and the defense shoddy at best, while the offense for the most part proved highly competent. Baseball's a long season, and so far, while discouraging, nothing seemed to indicate the Colonels couldn't have a good season.

The coming days soon tested that notion.

Book Review-Baseball Before We Knew It

First, I'd like to apologize for my lapse in posting, work and my other sporting love-motor racing have gotten in the way of late. No excuse mind you, but I feel I need to explain myself! The 1888 Louisville Colonels retrospective is still on, but it'll be about a week before I can be fully caught up.

The last month hasn't been a total loss vintage base ball-wise, I got into some action in a couple games in Covington against the Cincinnati Reds Hall of Fame team and managed to hit line drives at every single player on the left side of the infield. Also, I've just about finished David Block's Baseball Before We Knew It.

This isn't a new title, as it's about 15 years old, but it's a valuable addition to any serious scholar of the game's bookshelf. This is a must-have.

Ask the average person who invented baseball and they'll most likely answer "Abner Doubleday" one day in Cooperstown, New York in 1839. Alas, this isn't so. The future defender of Fort Sumter and the man who commanded the Federal forces on the field briefly on the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg had a distinguished life, well-respected by his peers, but baseball inventor he ain't. He was at West Point at that time, enduring the rigors of Academy life.

Doubleday became baseball's creator at the end of a dispute between two of the giants of the early years of the sport. Sporting goods magnate and former pitcher Albert Spalding and the magisterial baseball writer, statistician and historian Henry Chadwick had a running debate between themselves for roughly 20 years as to the game's progeny.

Spalding, proud American to the core, insisted some bright young American lad invented the game. Chadwick, a British expatriate, insisted baseball developed from the British game of rounders. In the sporting press they jousted, mostly in good nature, about the evolution of baseball.

Spalding eventually established a commission to verify who invented the game, and long (long) story short, Abner Graves, essentially a superannuated Colorado crackpot wrote a ludicrously detailed letter regarding how he witnessed the Abner Doubleday invent of baseball as a young man in Cooperstown in 1839. The letter and it's information is spurious at best, but Spalding had what he needed. Doubleday became the game's founder and in the public's eye, the game had a purely American genesis.

Turns out research debunked this story. So is Chadwick right? Not exactly.

Bat and ball games go back time immemorial. David Block masterfully accounts the variety of games played with stick and ball having vestigal semblance to baseball. These games not only developed in England, but all over Europe, North America, and even Africa.

Block, as well as other researchers did masterful work in researching obscure, centuries-old sources to trace down the family tree of baseball.

English writer Jane Austen mentions baseball in Northanger Abbey, written in 1799, well in advance of Doubleday. But that's not the first reference of the game in print. Baseball, stoolball, French "poison ball" among others all have traits similar to our game.

Soldiers on both sides of the American Revolution played stick and ball games, some referenced to base. George Washington himself threw a ball around with his staff at times. Imagine, Washington and Alexander Hamilton throwing a ball around, it's a shame that didn't make it into Hamilton.

In short, baseball has a long history. It's history is still longer than what we know, not to spoil the book, I'll stop here. But, anyone who wants to know about the creation of our game needs this book. It's a must, not only for it's debunking of the Doubleday myth, but also that rounders fathered base basll entirely. The truth is always much more complex, as David Block so skillfully masters in his book Baseball Before We Knew It.