For Hamilton baseball fans
in the spring of 1886, it was a new season in a new league. The International
league had been formed via the merger of two leagues, the New York League and
the Ontario League.
Consisting of teams from
Syracuse, Utica, Rochester, Oswego, Binghamton and Buffalo, the only Canadian
cities represented in the International League were Hamilton and Toronto. The
passion for the sport of baseball was high as High in the Canadian cities
represented as it was among the American communities. The deep-seated rivalry
between Hamilton and Toronto was certainly seen to be a plus for the new
league.
As the end of May, 1886, the
Hamiltons had a won-lost record of 3-10, while the Torontos had fared better
with a record of 8-11.
The 1885 champions of the
National League, the Detroit Wolverines, were barnstorming in May 1886, and an
exhibition game against the Torontos had resulted in a Toronto victory.
The Torontos were scheduled
to play a home game against the Hamiltons soon after their victory over the
major league champions. The Toronto newspapers were boastful that the Hamiltons
were sure to be humiliated.
The players with the Hamilton
were not impressed with that victory over the Detroit Wolverines, aware that
the team fielded was not the complete major roster.
The Hamilton Spectator
coverage of the May 28, 1886 game in Toronto was extensive beginning as follows
:
“”Hamilton’s team of
baseball players took a run to Toronto yesterday to see what sort of stuff
Toronto had scraped together into her team, and to find out just what sort of
team had beaten Detroit’s sub-second nine.
“Toronto had made splendid
preparations for the meeting. Her strongest team was decked out in its very
prettiest uniform, the coon mascot had an extra polish on his face and had
rubbed his head on all the Toronto bats for good luck in hitting.”
1“The
World of Sport : The Hamiltons Give the Torontos a Few Pointers on How to Play
Ball”
Hamilton Spectator May 29, 1886.
The game proved to be an embarrassment
to the Torontos and their fans, with Hamilton dominating and winning with a
score of 13-2:
““The Hamiltons made no
superfluous show and didn’t say much, but started to play when the umpire
called play. They played so well that the Torontos soon began to feel sorry
that they had ever run up against Hamilton. The Hamiltons commenced by hitting
Veach, Toronto’s pet pitcher, very hard, but, for four innings they, unluckily,
hit straight to the fielders. In the fifth inning, they began to place the ball
– to line it out for singles, two-baggers, three-baggers and the like.
“The heads of the Torontos
began to shrink about that time. The swelling went down suddenly. The reaction
was so great that the Torontos became rattled. The Hamiltons kept on batting,
and the Torontos kept on making errors until seven men had travelled the
circuit of the bases. Realizing that this was likely to give the Toronto scorers
more than they could handle, the boys stopped and gave the Torontos a chance to
catch up. But Toronto could not strike a fast enough clip, and had to content
herself with shuffling through the game in a half-spirited sort of way.
“The Hamiltons fielded
splendidly. Outside of the battery’s four errors, there was only one error
made. The Torontos could not bat Morrison to any alarming extent, and could not
play a fielding games like that of Hamilton.”1
It was a triumphant victory for
the underdogs from the Ambitious City, and the Spectator reporter took great glee
in touting the Hamiltons in his notes to the game: “Toronto should have kept
last year’s team.
The Hamilton team is
just getting into working shape.
Thirteen long runs !
How tired our poor boys must be.
There will probably
been a few people at Dundurn park today.
A game like
yesterday’s counts as double. Hamilton wins – Toronto loses.
The Torontos should
have died immediately after the game with the Detriots.
The person who told the Torontos that they could play ball
deserves to be severely thought of.
The team that beat the team that beat all the world has
changed its name to the Muddy Yorks.
The soreheads that have been croaking around Hamilton for
the last week or so are respectfully invited to go away somewhere and kick
themselves.
Toronto’s committee
appointed for the purpose of making that city attractive for visitors is
considering how it may keep the Hamiltons away from the place.
It is to be hoped that no
Toronto person, influenced by the things he read in the Toronto papers, was
foolish enough to put Toronto money on the Toronto team.
If the Toronto papers will
humbly apologize for the manner in which they have slandered the Hamiltons, the
latter will let the Torontos win a game sometime this summer.”1
The reporter also penned a
satirical poem to celebrate the victory. The traveler in the poem was a
well-known Toronto ‘sport’ named Lem Fletcher, a saloon owner known to attend
baseball games, betting heavily on the Toronto side:
“THE RIME OF THE
DISAPPOINTED SPORT”
And the traveler stoppeth he,
‘By thy diamonds
and high silk hat
Now wherefore stoppeth thou me?
‘The Railway train waiteth near
And I am fain to
go,
Hold off, hold off, thy jeweled hand –
Dost hear the
whistle blow?’
He holds him with deadly grip –
He cannot choose
but hear,
And thus spoke that wild-eyed sport
Into the
travellere;
‘Lem Fletcher, traveler, is my name,
Thou mayest have
heard of me;
The foamy beer I am won to serve
To thirtsy
companie.
‘O listen while I tell to you
The troubles that
befall
All weak confiding sporting men
Who monkey with baseball.
“I thought our team invincible
When but two days ago
They met the champion Wolverines
And pulverized them
so.
‘The Rochesters and Buffalos
For them have
proved by pie,
And we have been all up on them,
And no one more
than I.
‘And now – and now, O traveler,
Down comes our
dearest foe –
At whom we laughed with lofty scorn,
For whom we’ve laid
full low –
“This very day that hated nine –
(O pardon if I
cuss)
From Hamilton comes gaily down
And paralyzes us.
‘Like one insane I walk the streets
To cool my fevered
brain;
The boodle I had thought to rake
I ne’er shall see
again.
‘O traveler, traveler, tell to me,
Dost thou not
understand
The pain of one who holds a flush
Against a
well-filled hand?’
The sporting man with diamonds bright
And face beckoning
pain
Is gone; and now the traveler hastes
In time to miss the
train.”
The much-lauded victory was
the first game of a home and home series, between the Hamiltons and the
Torontos, the second tilt to take place in the ball yard in Hamilton’s Dundurn
Park.
There was much interest in
the game and the grandstand at Dundurn was full, in addition to a large crowd
surround the field, often crowding into the outfield.
The hometown fans were not
disappointed :
“Yesterday was the sort of
game which all those who understand baseball like to see, and as all Hamilton
people understand the game, it was one which pleased them very much. The
Hamiltons, by superior fielding and batting, got a small early in the game and
maintained it throughout.”2
2 “The
World of Sport : Toronto Downed Again by Hamiltons”
Hamilton Spectator May 30, 1886.
The Spectator reprinted the
following comments from the Toronto press concerning Hamilton’s baseball
dominant performances :
“WHAT THE TORONTO PAPERS SAY
World
“The Toronto nine received
no presents yesterday.
“Manager Humphries and the
Mascot fell out yesterday, and they sat at opposite ends of the bench.
“Hamilton has the big head
today. This is the first increase in size that Hamilton has experienced for a
long time.
“The proverb that ‘pride
goes before a fall’ has been amended by the Toronto club so as to read that
pride goes before a ball. At least their pride vanished yesterday before the
ball of the Hamilton pitcher.
MAIL.
“The statement that Captain Collins, of the
Hamilton team, is a kicker must have very little foundation. He never disputed
the umpire after the fifth inning in yesterday’s Toronto-Hamilton game, and was
altogether a very genial and amiable gentleman.”
The Toronto team’s mascot, a
raccoon, was the focus of the Spectator sports writer’s poetic summation of the
second game of the May, 1886 home and home series between the nines from
Hamilton and Toronto:
THE MANAGER AND THE MASCOT
‘Twas on a warm May evening,
The baseball game was done,
And Humphreys at the tavern
door,
Gazed sadly at the
sun,
And near him, whistling low
a tune,
Nestled the dusky mascot,
coon.
The mascot said, in wistful
voice,
‘O manager, I pray,
How came these blokes of
Hamilton
To win the game today?
Was it our errors settled
it,
Or cause our fellers
couldn’t hit?
“ ‘Twas not my fault; I
stayed right through
And didn’t stir at all,
And every time I got a
chance
I spit upon the ball.
But after all, do what I
may,
The luck don’t seem to come
my way.
“ Was it your fault, or was
it mine,
That we’ve been left so bad?”
Then Humphreys sadly gazed
at him,
This dusky mascot lad –
“Nay, boy, I cannot tell,’
said he,
“But ‘twas a famous victory.”2