Prequel--An OOTP History

[SelzShoes]

Excerpts from “The History of Professional Base Ball” (1941)

As odd as it may seem to the throng that hails Base Ball as the National game; a scant seventy years ago the professional game barely existed. It did not exist in a form now familiar to the nearly nine million people who cross the turnstiles at the “major” league level and nearly half that number at the various “minor” league levels.

The heroes of these early days have faded from our collective memories—replaced by men whose skills with the bat and ball push the game to higher and higher levels. . .

Men were paid to play as early as 1858 as the club teams from New York, Brooklyn and Philadelphia battled one another for the right to declare themselves “National Champions.” It was not uncommon for a talented baseballer to bat and pitch for as many as three different clubs in a single weekend. Teammates one day would be on opposite sides the next.

These loose arraignments and tournaments lasted well over a decade, until what is considered the watershed moment in the development in professional baseball: The 1869 tour of the Cincinnati Base Ball Kings.

While the sporting press focused on the eastern cities, the “Western Game” was developing its own stars. A. J. Helmuth, a promoter most noted for scandalous theatrical performances, hit upon the idea of hiring the best ballplayers and touring—taking on all comers. Attaching the club, initially at least, with the Longwood Circus, the Base Ball Kings started modestly beating local nines in Western Pennsylvania and the Midwest. By the time the club reached Chicago for a two-week stay against the top clubs there, they were already becoming a legend.

The stay in Chicago resulted in a remarkable 18 wins in 14 days against what had been regarded as the best clubs in the center of Midwestern baseball. The results were similar in Saint Louis, Indianapolis and Louisville. The Kings had begun to acquire a mystique about them.

With the attention of the press beginning to face westward, many of the best eastern clubs decided to quash the notion that these “backwards players who can’t possible know the game like we do,” could be the true masters. An eastern leg, stretching from Washington to Boston was quickly arranged; and late August through October was to show who really were the “Base Ball Kings.”

One of the innovations of the Kings was what we now call the “pitching rotation.” While most clubs had rosters of 11 or 12 men, with 1 primary pitcher, the King’s schedule required a roster of 15 men, with 3 men who were top-flight pitchers. Rarely was a man asked to pitch on back-to-back days—the rest allowed by the expanded roster made a better-rested club. Few squads the Kings encountered had the depth to compete. The Base Ball Kings were also able to exploit rules, such as substitute batters, that other clubs did not have the manpower to use.

By the time Cincinnati swept the five top Brooklyn nines, the Eastern press proclaimed them National Champions—with a full two weeks left in the tour. When all was said and done, the Kings had won 75 to 90 straight games (records for the early portion of the tour are incomplete) with an amazing 22 straight against the so-called powers from Brooklyn, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore and Boston.

That winter, from Saint Louis to Boston, the top clubs started consolidating talent—buying the best players from weaker clubs. Bidding for some of the best players reached $1,000.00. By mid-summer 1870, distinct levels of play were developing. And as the masses clamored fro the higher level of play; prominent businessmen gathered in Philadelphia to organize the first Professional League.

Moguls from the “centers of baseball” gathered in August of 1870 to plan this association. Chicago, Cincinnati, Brooklyn, New York, Philadelphia and Boston all would be represented. A 40 game schedule was agreed upon, so as to leave room for the numerous (and profitable) exhibitions against lesser clubs. And in the case of Brooklyn and New York, a total of 10 additional head to head games were played that did not count as “official” league games.

When play began in the spring of 1871, the wildest dreams of these moguls and players could not have envisioned the gift they would bestow on a grateful nation.

[SelzShoes]

What I'm doing: This is a dynasty that I've run on the OOTP Forum for a couple months. At the suggestion of someone there I've started popping by your forum. I really like the stuff I read here, so I decided if I was posting something here, I would be more likely to stop by regularly if I had something, anything to do. I'm actually building towards a 1946 dynasty, but I didn't like the idea of something just 'existing', I needed a history. I decided I had three options: make up a history, use the real history, or run OOTP for 70 seasons and build a history. I chose the latter. This thread will basically: set the histories of some of the characters I use in the dynasty and give me the background stats needed to fill out a history.

How am I doing it: I'm using plain old Lahman's with one little twist: I've edited all players so they enter at 20. I did this by copying the player's worst OPS+/ERA+ season as that first season. I know-not the way most of you would do it, but mostly (as the test I've run show) it keeps everyone from being imported as Major League ready. And I like the fact it is actual numbers the player created, and not some "normalized" line. Again, not the way most of you would handle it, but it is my world.

I've also made the decision to "split" players who had pitching/batting stats this way: if they had 10% of their games as a pitcher (if mainly a fielder) 0r 10% of thier games as a fielder (if mainly a pitcher) then they are imported as two seperate players.

I've also made the decision to give each player fictional names. Why bother doing that? Well, there is an arc I'd like the league histories to take--knowing who a player developed into, even with the crapshoot development, makes it easier to build that history. I mean, I know Lou Gehrig may not become a "monster" player, but he has a better shot than, say Charlie Carr. So if you see a player and think, "hmm, he reminds me of Ty Cobb," well he very well could be. I just want to disconnect my reader from seeing the names and having preconcived notions of who that player is.

Well, Thanks already for giving me some good reading, I hope I can return the favor.

[SelzShoes]

It is agreed that all players will be paid a flat $500.00 fee, but many clubs, notably Chicago and New York, pay their top player over that amount. The League victory is promised a “jeweled loving cup exceeding $1,000.00 for possession of a season.” Players on the victorious team are to receive $100.00 bonuses.

It was assumed, by the Eastern press, that one of the four “Atlantic” clubs would win the league. It was also assumed the two “Western” clubs, despite the history of the Cincinnati Kings, would simply battle for last place. To the shock of many, the Chicago Browns battled the Boston Unions until the last week of the season for the inaugural pennant.

Boston had the steady bats of 3B Alton Emch and C Norman Lent, who hit .500 and .476 respectively, which proved the difference down the stretch. They were able to take advantage of the fact that league games sometimes had two weeks stretches between games to keep fresh and ready. Boston’s Richie Alaibilla is hailed as the best hurler in the league and Alton Emch, who had a 30 game hitting streak at one point, is unsurprisingly declared the top Batsman.

Chicago was hurt by Horacio “Charmer” Pfahlert being injured before the last series of the season. A line drive fractured his hand in early September, and the Browns were forced to start amateur Mac Tomehak against the Kings. Chicago goes 1-3 against the Kings while Boston finished 2-2.

More shocking to the Eastern Press was the showing of the Philadelphia Brotherhood—who won their first game of the season before losing their next 25 in a row. So embarrassed were the backers by the 3-37 showing, the club—which just 4 seasons earlier had been declared “National Champions”—disbanded for lack of support by the locals. Aron Mousser regarded as the man who “invented” the shortstop position appears in 9 games, hitting .154. After promising an easy pennant at the start of the season, he is replaced by a younger Marlon Bosshart, who can only manage to hit .173 with 19 errors in 35 games. The ace of the squad is Tony Amuso, who has a 2-8 record.

On May 12, Chicago battered Philadelphia 26-3, with Second baseman Henry Parnell lacing 6 hits. As was the tradition of the time, Philadelphia starter Newton Peckenpaugh went the distance—one of five games he surrendered at least 20 hits.

At the mid-season league meeting, a motion to require all playing fields to be surrounded by chicken wire “for the protection of the spectator” is voted down, as is a proposed rule to require players to wear gloves. The Eastern clubs feel the glove rule is against tradition and would make a mockery of the players “true” abilities.

Brooklyn outfielder Moises Crytser became the first man to hit 2 home runs in a game on August 25. He “circled the bases with such speed, the retrieval of the ball by the outfielders appeared to take place in a fine molasses.”

Cincinnati’s Tory Claessens, a key part of the Base Ball Kings tour of 1869, loses 5 decisions by 1-run.

A.J. Helmuth, after his Kings finish in 5th place, sells his interest to Max Von Schriber for $4,000.00. Helmuth retains the deed to the Cincinnati Avenue Grounds where the Kings play and makes more money as landlord than team owner. Helmuth was, interestingly enough, key in defeating a motion the prior season that would have required league members to own the park they played in.

Just a week after the season ends, the Great Chicago Fire occurs. The Chicago Browns will go dormant for 2 years.

Empire League Standings
Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Boston 28 12 .700 - 15- 5 13- 7 0-3 3-7
Chicago 25 15 .625 3.0 14- 6 11- 9 4-1 12-4
New York 25 15 .625 3.0 14- 6 11- 9 5-2 7-3
Brooklyn 22 18 .550 6.0 12- 8 10-10 4-3 7-7
Cincinnati 17 23 .425 11.0 11- 9 6-14 3-4 3-8
Philadelphia 3 37 .075 25.0 2-18 1-19 1-4 2-5

[Comey]

I strongly suggest using Cato's utility with this.

I did this same thing for an online league, creating a fictional history from 1901-2002 before we took over. You can find that here: www.thepostgamereport.com/abl/almanac/ . It was a lot of fun, but adding that kind of utility gives you an added dimension, and will really keep your history organized.

[SelzShoes]

I strongly suggest using Cato's utility with this.

I did this same thing for an online league, creating a fictional history from 1901-2002 before we took over. You can find that here: www.thepostgamereport.com/abl/almanac/ . It was a lot of fun, but adding that kind of utility gives you an added dimension, and will really keep your history organized.
I'm one of those Cato failures. Which isn't too bad, and actually keeping myself limited to what the game tracks is more reflective of the statistical information that would have been available at the time. I also copy in the OOTP and burn onto CD each league file, so I have accesses to specifc seasons pretty readily. I will probably give Cato another whirl after the 1901 season, that unofficial dividing line of ancient and modern.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Welcome to FOFC!
Your dynasty looks very promising, I'll be reading.

[SelzShoes]

With Chicago inactive because of the Fire and Philadelphia surrendering, there was concern that there would not be enough clubs to start the next season. However, clubs in Troy, New York; Washington, Baltimore and Cleveland were added. The fourth franchise almost was awarded to Buffalo, but Cincinnati objected to the lack of a second western franchise. Going so far as to accuse the other clubs of trying to push the Kings out of business. There is a little truth to this. Afraid of the showing of the Chicago Browns (and the complete failure of the Philadelphia entry) the remaining first season eastern clubs felt they might not be able to dominate as they thought they could. By concentrating the clubs along the seaboard, the hope was to make it financially impossible for a single western club to survive.

Chicago owner James Winfred McCormick warns an eight team league is too large. “There is simply not enough crack players to compete at the level we envision. When the Browns retake the field the talent that does exist will abandon these lesser clubs, ruining what men have been told are solid investment.” There is some truth in what he says. With an expanded schedule (clubs playing between 55 and 57 games) the holdover clubs all won at least 36 games, no new club won more than 20.

Beset with injuries, the Baltimore club is on the brink of falling out of the league. In exchange for the promise of an additional western club for 1873, the Cincinnati Kings transfer two young pitchers, Johnie Dolly and Connie Pozar to the Terrapins. The Kings drop from second to fourth after the transfer.

Henry Panell is signed by the Cleveland franchise after Chicago goes dormant. While Panell challenges the Boston combination of Emch and Lent for individual honors, hitting .492, his teammates are so inept at the bat and pitch, the Eries finish a distant 8th.

Baltimore finishes the season a combined 3-22 against the established clubs,

Brooklyn hurler Hank Imfeld throws the first perfect game in history against the Washington Congressionals.

Cincinnati’s Tory Claessens is declared the top hurler, while Alton Emch wins outstanding batsman for the second year. The Boston Unions boasted three .400 hitters in their line up, but a merely average pitching staff kept the race close all year.

With Boston’s hitter dominating the league, accusations of “talent hording” are levied the Winter Conference. “Without a method of sharing talent; Boston has created a perpetual ‘dynasty’ that can never be broken,” says Washington owner J. O’Brien Hickey. A motion to add two more clubs is voted down, and the Troy franchise is transferred to Saint Louis, making good on the promise made to the Cincinnati club. A motion to reintroduce a “balanced” schedule, as was had in the first year is taken under consideration and adopted to “preserve the integrity of the championship season.”

Empire League Standings
Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Boston 42 15 .737 - 20- 7 22- 8 3-0 6-4
New York 39 16 .709 2.0 18-10 21- 6 5-0 8-8
Brooklyn 37 19 .661 4.5 24-10 13- 9 1-3 9-7
Cincinnati 36 20 .643 5.5 12-11 24- 9 4-1 9-8
Washington 20 36 .357 21.5 11-18 9-18 2-4 6-4
Troy 18 38 .321 23.5 10-21 8-17 0-3 3-6
Baltimore 16 39 .291 25.0 8-20 8-19 1-4 3-7
Cleveland 16 41 .281 26.0 7-17 9-24 2-3 8-8

[SelzShoes]

Welcome to FOFC!
Your dynasty looks very promising, I'll be reading.
Thanks FFF. It is a little odd coming to a site that has a mix of so many sports and RL dynasties, but it does make a nice variety.

[PatchMK]

this has been a very interesteing read....im hoping to see a louisville midwest team here in the coming years ;)

[Wolfpack]

You say this will be a history with generally fictionalized players based on real life players. Will the franchises be real ones or will you be working creatively on that as well? (i.e., do the Yankees become the Yankees or do they stay the Hilltoppers, or does such a franchise ever get to exist, depending on how the world unfolds from this starting point?)

[Buccaneer]

Very interesting. I love people who know and respect baseball history.

[SelzShoes]

You say this will be a history with generally fictionalized players based on real life players. Will the franchises be real ones or will you be working creatively on that as well? (i.e., do the Yankees become the Yankees or do they stay the Hilltoppers, or does such a franchise ever get to exist, depending on how the world unfolds from this starting point?)
For the 19th Century the league/teamset up is based more on how many players are available--there will be an American Association--and possible a Union Association and Players League if I can work something out with the limits of OOTP's 2-league setup, but it will have a different life arc than the real one. When I get to 1901, I'll will be following the traditional AL/NL structure. As I mentioned above, this is really just setting up a 1946 dyansty I want to do, so I'll be nudging the universe towards that goal--understanding the players may have different opinons on how the games shake out. So the answer to your Yankee question is yes and no--there won't be a Yankees in this universe, but a powerful New York club that everyone hates/loves is not out of the question.

[SelzShoes]

In January, Cleveland’s Association Grounds collapses. A new park is quickly built on Kennard Street, with half of the capacity of the former yard. A dispute with City officials over the stability of a proposed grandstand that would overhang the sidewalk limits the seating. The City’s concerns proved well founded when a similarly designed park in New Haven collapses, killing 52—7 of the deaths were on the walk.

The Saint Louis Cobblers send shockwaves through the league by allowing beer and whiskey to be sold at Grand Avenue Park. Baltimore, owned by State Representative and Temperance Party member Horace Soleabea, announces they will refuse to make their trip to Saint Louis. A compromise is reached with the games played in Chicago, with Baltimore forfeiting their share of the visitors’ receipts. By the end of the season, Cincinnati and Cleveland will allow liquor sold at their games, with the Eastern clubs parks staying “dry”. Soleabea is told to either sell his interest or be expelled if he refused to play a league member. He will comply in the fall of 1873.

On opening day Richie Alaibilla ruptures a disc in his back. Alaibilla was the best of Boston’s pitchers over the first two seasons:
Year G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO
1871 10 10 8 2 0 2.01 89.2 86 24 20 5 19 10 1
1872 12 12 9 2 0 1.83 113.0 107 31 23 13 20 11 2
1873 1 1 0 1 0 6.75 1.1 1 2 1 0 0 0 0
Total 23 23 17 5 0 1.94 204.0 194 57 44 18 39 21 3
When he returns, Boston uses him only in a substitute role.

Norman Lent of Boston matches Alton Emch’s 30 game hit streak of 1871. Emch is criticized in the sporting press for trying to go for the long hits, watching his batting average drop from 1871’s .500 to .329 this season. Lent leads the league in hitting for the second straight year, an amazing feat for a catcher of this time. Overall, there are only two .400 hitters this season, which the hitters attribute to the “soft” ball used. League officials insist they have made no changes to the equipment.

Marquis Nicolet of Boston wins 12 decisions without a loss and is acclaimed Hurler of the year.

Washington is discovered mid-summer to have depressed attendance figures in order to share less of the gate receipts. They are fined $175.00, which paid to the League. Brooklyn, Cleveland and Cincinnati, the teams victimized by Washington’s ruse, object strenuously—the Ohio clubs citing their travel cost--and demand reimbursement. When Washington visits Cleveland for a 4 game set, the Eries charge no admission to the fans, instead selling scorecards at 52¢ instead of the normal 2¢. The Congressionals appeals to the League falls on deaf ears.

The pitchers Cincinnati transferred to Baltimore in 1872 have less than stellar seasons for the Terrapins. Johnnie Dolly fashions a 1-13 record, while Connie Pozar spends most of the season nursing a problem shoulder. Despite their lackluster outings, murmurings of allowing contract transfers during the season begin to build among the owners.

Boris Seekell of Cincinnati bests Saint Louis’ Chester Jackman in a 14-inning duel complete game.

At the League meeting Chicago announces their intention to play in the 1874 season. The League adds a tenth team, a former amateur nine from Hartford, over the objection of the Western clubs who felt Louisville or Indianapolis more deserving. The Eastern clubs push the Hartford squad to retain a 6-4 advantage in League matters. A rule is passed limiting clubs to no more than 4 hurlers on a squad to prevent stockpiling. The Eastern clubs also pass a resolution banning the sale of “intoxicating agents” at games.

Empire League Standings
Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Boston 38 18 .679 - 20- 8 18-10 0-3 7-8
New York 36 20 .643 2.0 18-10 18-10 4-2 10-6
Brooklyn 32 24 .571 6.0 16-12 16-12 3-2 9-5
Cincinnati 32 24 .571 6.0 14-14 18-10 5-0 7-9
Baltimore 24 32 .429 14.0 11-17 13-15 1-2 4-6
Saint Louis 22 34 .393 16.0 12-16 10-18 0-4 9-9
Washington 22 34 .393 16.0 7-21 15-13 6-2 11-9
Cleveland 18 38 .321 20.0 8-20 10-18 0-4 4-9

[SelzShoes]

1873-1874 Offseason

At a meeting between Boston, New York and the prospective Hartford owner results in terror from the establish team’s owners. When asked what players Hartford might be signing for the upcoming season, Hartford’s Raleigh Bourne replies that the amateur nine that were runner ups in the Connecticut State Tournament should do well enough. Faced with a possible disaster as the Philadelphia Brotherhood club of 1871 had, Boston’s Mick Avery and New York’s William Temple immediately offer to secretly buy the interest of the club to assure a competitive club. When the matter comes to light in 1877, it is found that Bourne realized he did not have the capital to operate a professional club and “conned” Boston and New York into buying him out.

Horace Soleabea sells his interest to a group who moves the club to Philadelphia. The group, which featured some of the original investors in the Brotherhood club, feels betrayed over the lack of support Boston and New York supplied during that first season, will side with the Western clubs in votes of league matters. This 5/5 split will make it impossible to conduct league business with no tiebreaker available.

The clubs do agree that the practice of naming a captain prior to each game to deal with the umpires and line-ups must end. Each team is required to name a field captain at the beginning of the season. Most teams give little thought to this, but the new Philadelphia club names Aron Mousser, the man who invented the shortstop position, as their field captain. Mousser will start the process of not only the field captain making line up and pitching decisions, but start taking over strategic decisions—which to this point were determined by the individual players based on the game situation--as well. In a sense, he is the first modern manager.

To combat the ban on selling liquor, the Saint Louis club tears down the half of the seats on the visitor’s side, and builds a two-story beer garden overlooking the playing field. Despite on the lowest official attendance in the league, they are indirectly the most profitable, as the beer garden is filled for every game. To protect the visitors from the many tossed bottles and glasses, the visitors bench is enclosed, becoming the first “dugout’ in baseball history.

[SelzShoes]

Weeks before the season starts, Alton Emch announces he will not play for Boston. “I refuse to play in a city where the sporting press imagines they understand the game better than those on the field of play.” Emch has changed his personal theory of hitting over the three years of the EL, turning from a pure line drive hitter to a fly ball hitter. His average has dropped significantly, but Emch maintains he is responsible for driving in more of his teammates home (RBI were not an official statistic until 1920, and only unofficially counted since the 1880s). “The long hit is the future of the game,” Emch states, “Teams failing to adopt this style will fall by the wayside.” Norman Lent being named field captain by Boston instead of him also personally hurts Emch. Boston’s owner Mick Avery tells Emch if he can find a team who wants him, he is free to make a deal. Chicago quickly signs him to anchor their new roster for the unheard of salary of $1,000.00 a season.

There is outrage from the other owners over the salary openly paid to Emch, though many have paid players “under the table” in excess of the league mandated maximum for years. “We stand to average less than 1,000 souls a game,” Saint Louis owner Petre Goethe states without a sense of irony. “The era of the $1,000.00 player will kill the teams in the smaller cities.”

“If we paid all players such salaries,” Cincinnati’s Max Von Schriber cries, “only New York, Boston and Chicago will get the best talent.” Von Schriber predicts the first $1,500.00 player is around the bend and “will be the ruination of the league.”

Browns’ owner McCormick is resolute, “if we want the best players, we have to pay the best salaries. The moment we undervalue our talent is the moment a rival will appear. I want to assure my investment succeeds—whether the Empire League survives or not.”

Emch can only help the Browns to a 9th place finish; the pitching was too young to win.

Hartford’s Mac Tomehak pitches in 50 of his teams’ 72 games and is credited with 24 losses.

Darryl Weisenburger is one of 3 .400 hitters, and the first non-Boston player to win the crown.

New York and Boston are the only clubs to hit over .300 for the season, .326 and .321 respectively. Without those two clubs, the league batting average drops from .291 to .282. Brooklyn, playing in the same park as New York (The Brooklyn Union Grounds) manages a .295 average. There is increased clamor for provisions in contracts to allow player movement to end New York and Boston’s stranglehold on the top spots in the league.

Boston Shortstop Steve Alves is the first player to score 200 career runs, achieve the feat in 209 games.

Cleveland is contending until young hurler Antoine Kane ruptures a muscle in his arm. The Eries’ pitching quickly slips them out of contention.

The Cincinnati press demands the removal of Tory Claessens as field captain. “While Mr. Claessens was important in putting the Queen City on the Base Ball map, his disinterest in games he is not playing in cost our team a chance at the pennant. Until someone who take the game seriously whether they are on or off the field leads this squad, there will be no champions along the Ohio River.” The Kings outscore their opponents 383-294, but finish two games under .500.

New York becomes the first club other than Boston to win the title. While loath to admit it, the Boston press points to the lack of “timely long hits, such as Alton Emch used to provide” as a major reason for the Unions lost season.


Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
New York 49 23 .681 - 28-10 21-13 2-3 11- 8
Boston 45 27 .625 4.0 20-14 25-13 1-3 13-14
Brooklyn 42 30 .583 7.0 21-15 21-15 6-1 11- 7
Saint Louis 40 32 .556 9.0 22-14 18-18 2-2 11- 5
Philadelphia 38 34 .528 11.0 15-21 23-13 3-4 10-12
Cincinnati 35 37 .486 14.0 20-16 15-21 2-0 9-12
Cleveland 32 40 .444 17.0 17-19 15-21 1-4 8-10
Washington 29 43 .403 20.0 16-20 13-23 5-2 11-12
Chicago 27 45 .375 22.0 15-22 12-23 1-4 11- 9
Hartford 23 49 .319 26.0 9-26 14-23 2-2 5-11

[SelzShoes]

Two more clubs are added at the insistence of Boston and New York. Both clubs are losing money from their secret deal to purchase the Hartford franchise, but unwilling to fold the team to prevent their machinations from becoming public. The entrance fee of the new teams is needed to help meet the upcoming season’s payroll. For travel purposes, the eastern team in placed in New Haven, Connecticut. Chicago’s McCormick finds an investor—his brother—to place a team in Keokuk, Iowa. His reason: “The east has their undeserving city in New Haven, we have to have one of our own to balance the scales.” McCormick opposes expansion, maintaining at least 1/3 of the players already in the league do not have the talent to play at the level the Empire League imagines it has. McCormick favors reducing the size of the league to “no more than eight, with 6 preferred.”

The approves an 88 game schedule, and many players openly complain the $500.00 league mandated salary (openly violated for Alton Emch and covertly for others) was fine for the original 40 game schedule and should be increased. “The days of slavery were ended by Lincoln,” New York first baseman (and 1874’s outstanding hitter) Darryl Weisenburger says. “We deserve the respect every workingman craves.” Owners issue warnings of the increasing “socialism” among the players. New York third baseman Frank Richardson, 22 years old and already a four-year veteran, endears himself to ownership by taking a strong stand against those “European radicals who would destroy this great country.” Richardson publicly challenges Weisenburger by assuring, “if he [Weisenburger] brings any of his anti-Christian, anti-American friends to our clubhouse, they will be shown how a real American treats Reds.” Some of Richardson’s stronger comments, about the influence of “Jewish and Negro saboteurs” do not get the same coverage as his more jingoistic quotes. Richardson is rewarded by being named field captain; Weisenburger is released by New York. He is quickly signed by Chicago, which is quickly gaining a reputation as a destination for talented malcontents.

Privately many owners are becoming concerned with the financial health of the league. Keokuk, Hartford and New Haven are all question marks as viable “elite” professional cities. Washington and Cincinnati find themselves searching for new investors to make up for sagging attendance. Cincinnati, for failing to live up to the legacy of the 1869 Base Ball Kings and Washington for the constant losing. Several owners express concern the league could collapse after the 1875 season, if not sooner.

[SelzShoes]

From the Philadelphia Almanac

“Given the contentiousness between the so-called Eastern and Western factions of the Empire League, one wonders if it time for the bond betwixt them to be broken. The Western faction, lead by Chicago owner James Winfred McCormick, and which our own Philadelphia Quakers adhere to, has pushed for progressive—if not entirely wholesome—changes in the manner the League conducts its business. The Eastern faction, lead by New York and Boston, have favored the status quo—only to preserve their position as the elite nines and to the detriment of other clubs’ development . . .

“Let Hartford, Washington and Brooklyn have their fates decided before the first pitch is thrown. The Western faction would not only serve their interest, but the interest in the growth of the Grand American Game to sever ties with the New York/Boston cabal. The formation of a new league based on mutual competitiveness and not supporting the hubris of the “Atlantic” powers can only increase the enjoyment for the common fan.”

From the Boston Post

“For the first time in recent memory, our Unions are unable to proclaim themselves “National Champions” of Base Ball. Many cranks blame owner “Mick” Avery for allowing Alton Emch and his ability to get the “long hit” go to Chicago. Now many of the same type of cranks in New York are wailing at the loss of Darryl Weisenburger to the same lakeside nine . . .

“The fact that Chicago owner James Winfred McCormick, a man who knows not the word humility, would stoop to satisfy the base demands of a confirmed egoist and agitator prone to “European” influence proves nothing. If the cost of victory on the pitch is dealing with agents of the devil, then that is a price too high . . .

“We at the Post have on good authority that both the Unions and Nine will filed a roster of Christian gentlemen; while the Browns and remainder of the “Western Faction” would take the field with womanizing drunkards. Our successes, and New York’s, are a tribute to what a solid Christian ethic can do in a man’s professional and personal life.”

From the New York World

Many cranks applaud the decision of the Nine’s management to cut ties with Darryl Weisenburger; and sing the praises of young Frank Richardson’s denunciations of Weisenburger. The fact remains, the Nine released the most feared batsman this side of Norman Lent for a proclaiming a desire for respect and equitable treatment . . .

Richardson, a firebrand on and off the field, has played to the emotion of the common fan, and not their intellect . . .

While many men cry for union in their workplace, they decry another’s demand for equity as “socialism.” As Chicago and others are willing to pay a fair wage to the best players, we shall watch as the Nine, Unions and Atlantics are surpassed for their “moral” stance. Will the common crank fill the Union Grounds to see defeat after inglorious defeat, even with the comfort of knowing they lost with moral gentlemen? The days of playing for honor ended when a few pieces of silver passed from owner to player.”

At the spring owner's meeting, McCormick proposes lowering league admission to 25¢ and increasing the maximum salary to $1,500.00. The motion is defeated 10-2, with only Chicago and Keokuk in favor. McCormick argues the lower admission will “attract so many cranks, we will all seek larger quarters for our fields.” And again insists the $500.00 across the board salary, openly and covertly flaunted, invites a rival league, while robbing players of any need to improve their performance. “If the Eastern clubs had their way, we would charge $1.00 a game and force player salaries even lower. I am not a “Red;” I believe in the religion of business—people will not pay marquee prices for an inferior product. The Empire League already is foisting an inferior brand of Base Ball in half of its cities—and without reform there is no future for this league. Mark my word, within 2 years we will be lucky to have four viable franchises; and I will do what I can to make sure the Browns are one of them.”

Many clubs express concern the 25¢ admission would attract the “wrong” crowd. “Like the sort who fill the Saint Louis beer garden?” snorts McCormick. “There are more of the common man than the gentile businessman we believe our base,” he argues. “The businessman has the theater and other diversions to spend his dollars on; we can become the ONLY option of the workingman at the right price.”

Still, Cleveland cries the lower admission with the limited capacity of the Kennard Street Grounds would be a financial disaster. Boston and New York, barely meeting payroll because of the extra expense of keeping a failing Hartford club alive—but unwilling to fold said club—also are vocal in their opposition.

[SelzShoes]

Marquis Nicolet, possibly the most overlooked pitching star in the early days of the EL, shuts out Cincinnati on 2 hits, and only 65 pitches. Nicolet is an amazing 45-5 over the first 4 seasons (and 1 game) of the EL.
Year G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 10 10 9 0 0 2.63 85.2 71 25 25 5 14 6 2 BOS
1872 11 11 8 2 0 2.22 93.1 86 35 23 5 14 7 1 BOS
1873 14 14 12 0 0 1.38 117.0 96 24 18 12 16 4 0 BOS
1874 19 19 15 3 0 2.48 167.0 146 56 46 15 35 17 1 SLC
1875 1 1 1 0 0 0.00 9.0 2 0 0 0 0 1 1 CHI
Total 55 55 45 5 0 2.14 472.0 401 140 112 37 79 35 5

From New York World
EPIC HOME OPENER FOR THE NINE

“The home opener for this Championship season was the most anticipated game in New York since fabled Cincinnati Base Ball Kings came through our city on their legendary tour. Not only would the Championship Loving Cup be unveiled for the first time outside the confines of the Hub City, but the Chicago Browns would be in town—with Darryl Weisenburger, late of our fair city. Weisenburger’s conflict with field captain Frank Richardson hastened his exit from the roster of the Nine and to McCormick’s club. The largest crowd ever to see a game at the Union Grounds was on hand to see how the drama within the game would play out.

“On the first pitch, Chicago’s Prince Gray rolled a slow ball to Cappy Richardson, who—to the astonishment of the overflow throng bobbled the pea. Kinan however showed enough composure for twice the number in attendance getting Emch and Weisenburger to ground out. Weisenburger, late of the Nine and previously hailed as the peoples’ champion, until he showed his true nature, was greeted with a cascade of hisses and hoots. When Kinan handled the weak ground hit, sure of an out, the masses were assured New York had made the right decision in ridding themselves of the agitator.

“But the joy turned quickly, as Johnny Luster’s hands did not live up to his name and “Magnet” Flink chased the two Browns home with a shot that split Bullis and Inghram; showing the young Browns have been listening to Alton Emch and his theory of hitting.

“The crafty hurling of Jackson Rainey robbed the fans of the confrontation they had paid their hard earned money for: Cappy Richardson was coaxed into a easy pop hit to the right fielder Staton. The meeting at first between the rivals would have to wait.

“In the second, the Nine raised the question if they had rubbed their hands with butter as Bullis could not handle Rainey’s long fly, chasing home Staton.


“In the home fourth, the second chance for the Richardson/Weisenburger meeting arrived; but a weak grounder back to the mound, and the accompanying toss to the first bags man, Richardson cut towards the Nine bench before reaching the fielder he held in such contempt. Shouts of “coward” and “blackguard” (and others which we can not print for concern of our more gentile reader) now started to rain on Richardson and not Weisenburger. When Richardson failed to make a play on Rod Beddoe’s line hugger, the fickle loyalties of the fans had completely changed. “We know who the gentleman is now,” a crank spat at Richardson. Cappy, occupied with leading his charges back to victory, ignored the taunts and could be seen saying to himself the simple motto: “bear down.”

“When Staton finally showed the gloves the Browns required their players to wear did not make the invincible to the muffed play, Richardson stepped to the plate for his third chance to make good a hit. With the score now 5-2 Chicago, the thought of confronting the rival had completely left the minds of the ocean of men crowding the lines. All they wanted was Cappy to show the Chicagos did not have the exclusive on the “long hit.” As he almost always does in these situations, Cappy chased home Luster and found himself standing on first, mere feet from the man who the whole knew what his feeling towards was. Weisenburger did not acknowledge the man standing to his left; and Richardson, apparently embarrassed by his and his Nine’s performance said nothing as well. The moment so eagerly anticipated an hour before hand had become just another base hit like so many others.

“In the eighth, second baseman Raymond Flake almost gave the crowd a thrill, sending a long fly to the deepest reaches of the Union Grounds, but Justin Staton out ran the ball as lightning outruns thunder, making the catch seemingly without seeing it. Hats flung into the air half in celebration of such a wondrous play and half in disgust that they had seen the end of the Nine’s hopes on the day. The catch by Beddoe on Walters fly following was lost in the glow of the previous play.

“Worry abounded in the final frame when Rainey lined a ball off his counterpart. Kinan, to the delight of the multitude, was not injured.

“Richardson showed he still had fight in the Nine’s ultimate inning, with a one out single. Again, the game dictated the rivals concentrate on the game and not the personal differences between them. Richardson eventually scored on hits by Blackburn and Narum. Upon reaching the bench, Cappy sent Kinan out to hit rather than go with a substitute batter—Brice would have a chance to extend the game. At first the decision seemed to be the right one, Kinan fouling off pitch after pitch before sending a “long hit” toward centerfield. But the superior hands of the Chicagos once again shown thru, and Beddoe made the catch to end the game.

“While the human drama did not match what almost 10,000 souls had paid a dear half-dollar for, the play was worth every penny. And though the New Yorks had exposed a frightening tendency to avoid the ball whilst on defense, there was plenty of fight in Cappy Richardson’s squad—fight that should assure another Championship season for our New Yorkers.”

**The opening series between New York was split 2-2, with Weisenburger going 5-15, with 4 RBI and Richardson 10-16 but only 3 RBI. Kinan went 10 innings in the final game to get the win for New York.**

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From the Boston Post
NORMAN LENT OUT
Foot injury may cost Unions pennant

“Norman Lent, the most feared hitter in all of base ball, will be missing for a good portion of the season. While rounding the bases in the 7-0 defeat of the New Yorks, Lent came up lame. Initial word of a break proved unfounded, but the extent of the injury is unknown.

“The Unions, who entered the day 3 victories behind the Philadelphians, will rely on Lincoln Denny and Eddy Rowland to man the backstop. Denny, a first year player, has hit well, but not at the level of Lent; while Rowland failed to show much ability as Lent’s primary replacement last season. Denny and Rowland were expected to see increased time in any event with the expansion of the schedule.”

From the Boston Post
FATE CRUEL TO UNIONS
Promising hurler sees season cut short

“Boston faithful are bemoaning the existence of a ‘curse’ on their favorite nine. Richard Orr, a youthful hurler who has the misfortune of working on days the Unions leave their bats behind, has fallen victim to what a doctor is calling a tired shoulder. He has been advised not to participate in any ball related activities for at least a week and possibly longer.

“The fresh faced 18 year old, who the crowds at the South End Grounds have dubbed ‘Pud’, had shown grand promise will be missed on the pitch.

“Since Lent went down with his foot ailment; the Bostons have slipped from second to a tie for sixth with New York and Cleveland. The Brooklyns are looking to be the last hope for the Eastern faction as five of the Westerns are within three wins of first.”
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After 29 games, seven clubs were within 2 games of first, the most competitive race so far in the EL. But when New Haven saw two hurlers go down with injuries (while in a surprising 9th place of 12) they petitioned the 7th place New York club to transfer a pitcher to their roster. New York was by no means out of the race, with just under ¾ of the season to go, but was not faring well in a season in which pitching was dominating. Initially, the Nine refused, but when New Haven threatened to side with the Western clubs, tilting the balance of power to McCormick, the Nine relented. One wonders what all the fuss was about, as the player transferred was Robt Bakios who had not even appeared in a game during the 1875 campaign.

When Chicago sweeps a 4 game set at Keokuk against a terrible Hawkeye squad (9-4, 12-1, 8-7, and 24-8) the Eastern press levies accusations of game fixing. Keokuk, owned and half hearted managed by James Winfred McCormick’s brother is well on their way to a barely .300 winning season at that point. While Chicago was leading league, just ahead of Philadelphia, Cleveland and a very game Boston squad. Upon sweeping four from Brooklyn in the next series, McCormick wondered if the Eastern scribes thought the Atlantics fixed those games as well.

In the off-season, the Cleveland Eries acquired the contract of Son Honahnie from Boston and made him their field captain. Never a regular, Honahnie had nevertheless shown an outstanding ability to get clutch hits for the Unions, and endeared himself with the “wet” element of the South End Grounds fandom. “He loves to play in Saint Louis,” Norman Lent would say, “since he does not even have to travel back to our boarding home to find a draft. He merely needs to yell to some crank and a ball is traded for a fine dark beer.” Honahnie, running the Eries, felt since he was field captain, he should also be the regular first baseman and was doing a grand job at both. But as the summer wore on, Son began to wilt; his average started to slide and the Eries started to fall further behind the red-hot Browns. After a 12-0 drubbing at the hands of state rival Cincinnati, Leander Tanner, a rookie shortstop that had started every game for the Clevelands found his manager calmly enjoying a pint or more of beer at a nearby watering hole. Accusing his captain of being a drunkard with a mind more on suds than ball, Honahnie proceeded to show the youngster that not all of Son’s hits came with the bat. Tanner played for about a week looking like a boxer who had taken a dive.

With the season on the line, Boston—which survived an extended injury by Norman Lent to hang close most of the year--comes to Chicago with a 2 game lead on the Browns for a four game set. The Unions sweep and push the Browns into 4th place. The Browns will rally to finish tied for 2nd, but their 2-6 record against Boston is the difference.

Boston’s Valentin Gauani and Chicago’s Jackson Rainey are the first 20 game winners in the league. Henry Panell is the only official .400 hitter, as Norman Lent’s injury keeps him from the required plate appearances.

For the first time, no team hits .300 on the season.

Many writers wonder if the expanded season is good for the health of the players, noting that in addition to Lent several key players missed time down the stretch, most notably Frank Richardson of New York. Cincinnati pitcher and field captain Tory Claessens also missed time at the end of the season with an arm injury, leading Queen City scribes to note “while our Kings continued to lose, it was at least honest losses and not the disinterested ones that have marked Claessens’ tenure in the Empire League.”

Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Boston 54 34 .614 - 26-18 28-16 6-3 18-12
Brooklyn 51 37 .580 3.0 28-16 23-21 8-7 19-14
Chicago 51 37 .580 3.0 24-20 27-17 6-7 14-16
Washington 50 38 .568 4.0 26-18 24-20 3-5 16-14
New York 49 39 .557 5.0 26-18 23-21 10-0 19-11
Cleveland 48 40 .545 6.0 26-18 22-22 4-5 16-17
Philadelphia 47 41 .534 7.0 24-20 23-21 5-3 18-16
New Haven 43 45 .489 11.0 23-21 20-24 1-8 13-15
Saint Louis 42 46 .477 12.0 25-19 17-27 4-9 18-22
Cincinnati 38 50 .432 16.0 19-25 19-25 3-7 16-19
Hartford 28 60 .318 26.0 16-28 12-32 3-3 7-16
Keokuk 27 61 .307 27.0 14-30 13-31 5-1 16-18

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From the Buffalo Courier
“A group of investors have announced the formation of a 6 team base ball association in our area. While the level of play will not be at the level of the Empire League that has captured the attention of base ball fanciers across the east, it should provide an outlet for those cranks, as devotees of the game are called, who can only follow the game through newspaper reports. The ticket prices should be affordable for both workingman and businessman alike. “We intend to provide an alternative for the local talent seeking to go Boston or New York at this time,” Buffalo investor Winfred Siemens stated to this reporter. When asked if this loop would precluded an Empire League team, as many local cranks have clamored for, Siemens stated he expected the Association to defend its territories and would respect the Empire League’s territories as well. The other clubs will be in London and Guelph, Ontario; Syracuse, Rochester, and Manchester.”

Following a surprising season in which they finished 43-45, the New Haven franchise announced in a letter to the other owners that they would not participate in the 1875 season. New Haven was a financial disaster, averaging in the high 100’s for games not involving New York or Boston. “All the sport fans in New Haven only want to ‘go Yale;’ they find the professional game profane,” the letter read in part. Coming before the annual league meeting, the 5 remaining eastern clubs felt a sense of panic. The New York World stating that “the ownership of Boston and New York have confided to this reporter they fear what type of power play that vile character McCormick has in store for the next league meeting.” While publicly vowing to install a “loyal to the game” franchise in the East; privately they admitted that the balance of power so delicately maintained in the league had shifted towards McCormick and the west. McCormick, expressed disappointment in the failure of the New Haven club, saying, “Anything that weakens the public perception of the Empire hurts the whole of us.” In private, McCormick knew he had a window of opportunity to seize control and run the league as he saw fit.

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From the Boston Post
Empire League Meeting this Week End
Moguls from Across League in our Fair City
“. . . The main issues to be confronted by the leaders of the Grand American Game are expected to include finding a replacement for the now defunct New Haven squad.

“The other issue of interest will be one dividing the traditional fan from those new to the game: whether players shall be permitted to wear workingmen’s gloves on the field of play. Over the past several seasons many of the West’s top players have taken to wearing leather work gloves on their hands to aid them on especially hard deliveries. The Chicagos, Keokuks and Saint Louisians require their players to don the gloves, while the Bostons and New Yorks forbid such adornment. The famed backstop, Norman Lent has expressed no desire to wear a glove, saying the material would “deaden” his feel for the orb thrown by hurler. “I’d much rather know when it is time to close my hand, and suffer the scars of battle, than allow a pitch to fall because I could not feel it.” Lent also has noted some players use the ‘baby trick’ of stuffing their gloves with linen or straw to protect their hands from the swelling of flesh that occurs over the summer. “This should not be allowed—we are men, and the use of these materials threatens to turn the game into a pink tea,” New York’s Frank Richardson has said.

“Long time cranks feel the use of a glove detracts from showcasing the true ability of the player. While those new to the game, mostly from the west, think the fielder shows himself more adept at making the “spectacular” catch while wearing the glove, since he feels less likely to suffer injury. “We never had gloves in my day,” noted local backer and former great from the pure days of baseball Tad Wenslaw told us in an exclusive. “But the younger cranks don’t care about the battle between men, only if they can see one outstanding play among a hundred misplayed routine ones.”

[SelzShoes]

From Notes of Wm Frederick Adams, Personal Secretary to Thaddeus Hamilton
Owners Fall Meeting September 1874
Black Bay Supper Club, Boston, Mass

Present— Hamilton, Brooklyn; McCormick, Chicago; McCormick, Keokuk; Avery, Boston; Von Schriber, Cincinnati; Hickey, Washington; Temple, New York; Goethe, Saint Louis; Chesterfield, Cleveland

Franklin, Philadelphia acting as chairman

Hartford owner absent, letter notes Temple of New York to act as proxy.

Franklin at head of table, each side of table housing E./W. owners

New business to be raised after a fine five-course supper. Goethe of SL supplying two casks of the dark beer his garden is so famous for. Hamilton of Bro shares what he described as fine cigars rolled at his wife’s family farm. It is noted Avery of Bos refrains from either.

Franklin-ask for new business

Avery-moves to discuss replacement for new haven

Temple-seconds

Franklin-opens floor to discussion

McC (chi)-asks to have discussion tabled

Shouts of ‘why’ and ‘how dare you’ from e side of table

Franklin-asks for order, asks McC to explain

McC-New Haven situation shows financial instability in league

Temple—shouts what are you saying

E side of table tries to shout down McC

Franklin-asks for order, after shouts quiet to murmur, directs McC to continue

McC-desires success for league, begins list of concerns
Failed franchises hurt public perception
Mentions rumors of missed payrolls by Wash—no reaction by Hickey
1 or 2 under funded clubs could wreck whole league if collapse mid-season
Mentions Hartfds lack of involvement—noting Temple or Avery always acting as proxy

Temple and Avery resuming shouts of what are you implying—many mild oaths from the e side of table

Chesterfield demands McC be heard

Franklin, demands order, after shouts end, directs McC to continue

McC-states discussion of new team should be put off until the solvency of remaining teams is assured.

Chesterfield-seconds

Hamilton—asks how solvency is to be proven

McC-states by the posting of a $5000 bond

Many gasps from e side. Much wailing, Hickey looks dejected—Avery and Temple threaten fisticuffs

Order restored by Franklin

McC-the bond would cover payroll and stadium expenses, allow team to operate if owner failed to raise capital during season. Provides league time to find stable investor.

Hickey begins yelling at w owners, accusing them of planning to ruin him

Hickey-we have business interest other than base ball

Goethe-says baseball can be their only business for league to survive


Hickey-I have other interest more important than base ball

McC-says he can arrange investors to purchase club if he is unable to raise the money

Shouts of blackguard and fraud from e side

Chesterfield-if we don’t act now, our investments will be lost

Von Schriber-I want to assure my backers there will be someone to play

Goethe-I have made many improvements to our grounds, I have too much paper invested to let men who aren’t serious about this endeavor ruin me

Hickey-don’t you see what McC is doing, he’s trying to ruin our teams to dominate the league

VS-better him than Avery

Chesterfield-seconds feeling

Franklin restores order asks for vote to table discussion of new club
Motion caries 6-5, Bro, wash, n york, bost, and hartfd dissenting

Franklin opens discussion on bond

Temple-why discuss, they already have made up their crooked little minds

VS-moves to vote

Chesterfield-seconds

Motion carries 6-5, Brook, wash, n york, bost, and hartfd dissenting

McC-moves owners meeting be closed until “we see who will be playing next year”

Chesterfield-seconds

Motion carries 6-5, Brook, wash, n york, bost, and hartfd dissenting

Meeting is adjourned for a period of one month, owners to meet in Phila at Park Ballroom with bond in hand before more business is conducted
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From New York World
Could Nine Leave Empire?
Temple gives exclusive
“After a league meeting that sources state was marked by much contentiousness and belligerence from the Western faction; New York owner Horace Temple has told the World he may have no option but to form a new league free of the diabolic influence of Chicago owner James McCormick. “He has demanded we open our books to prove our investments solid,” Temple told this reporter with grim countenance. “I know of no other endeavor where your competition is allowed access to your accounting; but McCormick has used the artificial majority he has created to push through decidedly un-American practices.”

“When asked of the motivation behind this attempt to force open the financial record of every team to Chicago, Temple offered a simple explanation: “If McCormick knows how much paper each club has available, he will be able to offer higher salaries—undoubtedly in violation of the league mandated ceiling—and convince otherwise honorable men to have their souls and flesh purchased for silver.” Temple suggested to this reporter the Eastern clubs, tiring of the influence McCormick has over the weak willed Western clubs, may have to form their own Association. “I believe with Boston, Brooklyn, Washington and Hartford, we could have the base for the strongest professional league the Republic has ever known,” Temple offered, “and I know in my heart at least two of the Westerners could be shown the error of their ways. Giving McCormick such an advantage will lead to domination by Chicago that will only be the Empire’s downfall.”

When contacted by the World, Brooklyn mogul Thaddeus Hamilton stated he felt Temple misrepresented the proposal by McCormick; and that he truly believed steps to assure solvency of the various franchises, in light of the failure of the New Haven club, was in the best interest of the Empire League. On a follow-up conversation with Mr. Temple, we informed him of Mr. Hamilton’s statement. Temple simply shook his head, and lowered his eyes as if in mourning. “Players are apparently not the only ones who have their souls for sale.”

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A letter from Washington owner, J. O’Brien Hickey to New York owner William Temple.

Mr. Temple,
I hope this message finds you in good spirits, for I fear I have rather fretful news to report. I find myself unable to raise the $5,000.00 bond our fellow owners have foisted upon us at the direction of Mr. McCormick.

Undoubtedly you know, our club was late with payroll on numerous times this past championship season, and while able to operate with the incoming capital of admission and road fees, I fear to post such a sum upfront means the end of the Washington team. In addition, our banker has not only refused to offer us another loan—indeed he is calling in the notes we have previously obtained to maintain the club as a viable enterprise.

As I know you fear domination of the league by Mr. McCormick as much as I do, I plead with you to forward us the sum necessary to secure the bond. As our park, and my personal residence, is already mortgaged—I only have my word as a gentleman the funds will be returned in due course. Hopefully a successful season on the field will allow us to turn a profit this upcoming year.

To enter our nation’s centennial without a club in the capital city would disgrace the Empire League. To allow McCormick to taint the game further with his so-called reforms would be even more damaging. Losing the Washington franchise would further tilt the balance of power towards the western faction.

Please let me know by wire when the funds could be transferred to us; this must be done immediately, as the rescheduled league meeting is less than two weeks out.

Sincerely,
J. O’Brien Hickey

Sadly for Hickey, Temple and Avery find themselves in a cash poor situation from not only raising the bond for their clubs, but for Hartford as well. Temple and Avery will attend the league meeting finding the Eastern faction another club smaller. James McCormick will use this opportunity to change the structure of the Empire League. William Temple and Mick Avery will not realize the magnitude of the changes for another season.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Come on, don't leave us hanging...

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Come on, don't leave us hanging...
Well, I don't want to throw everything I have up at once! I'm through 1877 on the OOTP board, and in a week or two should be updating both sites with the same post.

Thanks for reading--I do enjoy coming here, not that I understand the non-American football threads, but maybe I'll learn a little bit!

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From the diary of Wm Frederick Adams, Personal Secretary to Thaddeus Hamilton, owner Brooklyn

“If Mr. Hamilton’s body was as strong as his spirit, there is no telling how great a man he would have become. Mayor would be barely a start, and governor not high enough. He has grown quickly into is native intelligence; controlling the purse-strings of the powerful and those who desire to be powerful. Wrecked with fever and prone to fits of cough which reveal to the world the gravity of his situation; people realize they are conversing with a dead man. Doctors have told him a better clime, such as the thinner air of the mountain or the dry air of the dessert, would make his soon to be too short life more comfortable. But he refuses to leave his beloved Brooklyn; especially now that he has provided something other than his considerable skills as a banker and speculator to the city. He dreams of a Brooklyn who can overshadow it’s larger, more boisterous brother city. He feels Brooklyn can be hailed throughout the nation as not only Manhattan’s equal, but it’s superior.

“But the more joy he feels from his Atlantics on the pitch, the more I see his body wither. The conflict of east and west no longer matters to him, as the fighting and constant browbeating from Temple to “side with true sport” further clouds his health. He is not long for this world, and he has begun to neglect his profession for a child’s game. All he wants is to best Manhattan before he walks into the arms of our creator. Would I consider a deal with a devil in his stead? To live a life, and find too close to the end your true desire is a ring even Dante did not imagine.”

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The cane shattered against the oak table sending splinters across the table; the bare wood falling as a grotesque snow. William Temple, crimson with rage barely restrained by Franklin and the portly Hessian from Cincinnati. Temple waved the remaining ash in his hand at the face of William Adams, unleashing a torrent of abuse and oaths never expected from this company of gentlemen.

Adams averted his eyes from the picture of rage to note Boston’s Mick Avery slumped in his chair, whispering to himself, “Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin.” Only moments before Temple had been so cordial and welcoming to Adams, that such a simple phrase would reveal his Pecksniffian nature amazed the messenger.

“You would pile Pelion on Ossa and destroy us all,” shouted Temple who had now crossed into a maroon Adams had never seen on a man’s face.

“I am simply delivering the wishes of my employer to this esteemed council,” Adams said as stoically as one can be with a broken stick and enraged Manhattanite in your face. James McCormick and his brother started to pull the personal secretary to Thaddeus Hamilton away from the table, lest their hero be injured in the moment of triumph.

“Capaneus to Zeus, Temple—a lesson you should pay heed to,” McCormick taunted the powerless aggressor, not realizing the irony in his words. The brothers McCormick pulled their charge into the hallway, to a chorus of oaths and laments.

“Good Lord, is this true, tell me I am not dreaming,” the elder McCormick finally allowed himself to smile. “Get this man a brandy—no a cognac!”

“I am merely a messenger, sir.”

“Messengers are routinely shot for bad news, take reward when you deliver good, son.” The wait staff quickly delivered the warmed liqueur to the trio. “So I was wise to wire Mr. Hamilton last week.”

“Yes sir, he sends his regrets that his health precludes his attendance.”

“Damn shame, bright young man like . . .” McCormick bit off the remaining pity before he spoke.

“Mr. McCormick, there is a personal message Mr. Hamilton would like me to relay to you,” Adams caressed his glass nervously.

“By all means, speak lad.”

“He wants you to know while he supports your proposals, and has full confidence in you as his proxy, this is no endorsement of you personally. He finds you a vulgar, vile man who deserves whatever fate the good Lord has planned for you.”

McCormick bellowed a laugh that rung Adams to his feet. “Son, I would not trust a man I do business with who did not think the same.” The messenger felt his shoulders involuntarily relaxed; there was more tension about than he had allowed himself to feel.

“There is also a caveat to his support of you as league president.” The Chicagoan had now begun to puff a cigar as thick and black as Adams had ever seen, and simply motioned with his glass to continue the conversation. “He suggests, for propriety sake, that you divest your interest in the Chicago club.”

“Sound suggestion, I’d demand the same from Temple if our situations were reversed. But you know the difference between Temple and I?” Adams shook his head as the glass touched his lips. “I’ll actually do it!” McCormick turned to his shadow of a brother, “wire that chap in Pittsburgh who was interested in a club—offer to sell him your interest in Keokuk. You’re coming back to Chicago!”

The brother dutifully trudged off, leaving Adams to wonder how independent the Chicagos really would be.

“Do you know why I love the business of baseball, lad?”

“I could only guess, sir.”

“I am not like your Mr. Hamilton, I am not a self-made man. Truly to the manor born. Everything I achieve in Chicago is credited to the circumstances of my birth, rather than any ability I actually have. And even if credit is given within my home city, those New York and Boston bluebloods discount it because it is Chicago. As if location is the sole determinate of greatness. But in baseball, I’ve built the club from the ashes of the Great Fire—and when the line shows Chicago besting New York or Philadelphia, there is no questioning who the victor is, no discount because we are from Chicago. Everything in this business is so new, what I accomplish now cannot be ignored. I feel, for the first time I am receiving all the approval and accolades I have so desired my whole life.”

“Mr. Hamilton and you are not as different as you think, sir.”

“Well spoken lad; now let’s see if Temple’s fit of apoplexy has ended. We have business to attend to.”

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From New York World
Tragedy in Phila; Traitor in Brooklyn
Hamilton’s nature exposed
“In a move dooming the five year old Empire League, a vote of the owners delivered the newly formed position of League President to Chicago’s James Winfield McCormick. The fatal blow to those who favor pure sport was delivered by Brooklyn’s own Thaddeus Hamilton who, for unspecified advantage, pushed power into hands of the rouge sworn to destroy the purity of the Grand American Game.

“With the failure of the New Haven and Washington clubs this fall, William Temple had felt the more reasoned Western owners could be swayed to stave off the madman from the Great Lakes. When Hamilton communicated, cowardly, through an emissary he had cast his lot with Chicago all hope for a fair compromise was lost.

“William Temple could not be reached for comment, but his secretary assured the World if McCormick conducts league business as they suspect he will, a new league is not out of the question.”

From Cleveland Tribune
Empire's Future Assured
Game Saved from Eastern Faction
“Owner Hiram Chesterfield stated while he does not personally agree with all of Mr. McCormick’s proposed reforms, he has shown a concern for the growth and stability of the Empire League as a whole. “He [McCormick] has shown a propensity to put aside personal gain for the good of the Empire. Our investment will only grow under his watch.”

“Our Mr. Chesterfield, along with Franklin of Philadelphia and Hamilton of Brooklyn, has been charged with writing a formal constitution for the Empire. There has even been suggestion of contacting the famed Henry Chadwick to formalize the rules of play.”

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Letter from Jolyon Forsyte to Obie McCormick, owner Chicago
Mr. McCormick,

Your brother has asked me to contact you directly since he is no longer involved with the day-to-day operation of the Chicago Base Ball club.

When the Troy team was sold to the Saint Louis interest, your brother was especially generous to me in assuring I received top dollar for my club. I promised him if a player of exceptional ability came through our city, I would be sure to notify the Chicagos. Such a man is now on my Trojans squad.

He is the most arrogant man I have ever seen on the field of honor—calling himself “the King” and demanding all other do as well. He humiliates opponents when victory is well in had, confounds umpires with his encyclopedic knowledge of the rules, and chides mates who give anything less than all. Women swoon at his looks and men burn with envy not only at his talents, but his appetites that know no satisfaction. His passion for ball is only matched by his passion for drink.

But the passion for ball is unsurpassed by anyone I have ever seen on the field—including the famed Richardson of New York. Balls most backstops would allow to spirit away, he can pounce with cat quick reflexes. I’ve seen him throw unsuspecting runners out from a crouch at the second and third bases. His bat rivals Norman Lent, his legs always taking the extra base. Pity the opponent who fails to put all mind and spirit on the pitch

In Saint Louis or Cincinnati the Germans would only ply him with enough drink to make him tragic. In Boston he would be shunned as a sinner. And in New York, he would be lost among the multitude of vice. But in Chicago there is enough to keep him interested and not enough to lose his focus. He may struggle at the bat for a year or so against the best hurlers in the nation, but some humility would serve him—and only push him harder. In Chicago he will outshine all others; in Chicago he will become a star.

For the price of $200.00, I will gladly sell the contract of Aubrey Fraire and an assurance for first right of all players on my club for a period of five years. Please let me know your attitude.

Respectfully,
Jolyon Forsyte

The 20-year-old Aubrey Fraire would debut as the Browns backup catcher for the 1876 season.

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From the Empire League Constitution

Section 1—Defense of the Game
1.1 The member clubs agree to act in such a way to promote the sport of base ball in a positive light.

Section 2—Office of President
2.1 This Constitution establishes the Office of the President. The President can appoint up to five (5) executive officers to assist in the operation and promotion of the Empire League. Salary for said positions is to be paid by the member clubs and should be commensurate with the officers’ experience and excellence.
2.2 The President shall be nominated by a member club and elected with a simple majority.
2.3 The President shall be elected for a term of five (5) years. At the expiration of this term, if the number of clubs wishing to dispose of his service is less than ¾ of the member clubs, he shall continue as President of the League for an additional five (5) year term. At any point during the second term, or any subsequent term of office, a vote of no confidence by ¾ of the member clubs will be sufficient to remove him from office.
2.4 The President shall have the power to fine member clubs and players, as he sees fit, for violation of this the Constitution and the Official League Rules
2.5 In the best interest of the game, the President may take action on any matter not covered by the Constitution or Official League Rules, as he sees fit. Within 30 days of a decision made by invoking this clause, a ¾ vote of member clubs can override said decision.

Section 3—Rules Committee
3.1 A standing committee reviewing the rules of base ball is formed.
3.2 Member clubs will serve in rotation for a period of one (1) year.
3.3 The committee will comprise of three (3) member clubs.
3.4 Any decision by the rules committee must be approved by a simple majority. In the case of a split vote, the President shall cast the deciding vote.

Section 4—Player Contracts
4.1 All Player contracts are subject to approval by the Office of the President.
4.2 All monies paid to player must be listed on the contract. Any payment beyond the specified contractual amount is a violation of the League Constitution and member clubs are subject to a fine equal to twice the amount paid to the player.
4.3 Member clubs may reserve the service of a contracted player if notice is given to the League Office ten (10) days before the conclusion of the championship season. No other club may negotiate a contract for the services of a reserved player without permission of the player’s prior club.

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From a letter returned to James McCormick as “undeliverable”

Mr. Bourne,
Since your approval as the primary investor in the Hartford club, you have shown a blatant disregard in League business. You have yet to attend an Owner’s meeting choosing only to use Mr. Temple or Mr. Avery as your proxy. While this is well within your right, I feel compelled to tell you changes are afoot in how the League is being run. As you may have read in the newspapers I am now President of the Empire League, and there are several issues concerning the Hartford club I find very disturbing.

First, the bond posted to assure your solvency was drawn on a bank that neither you nor the Hartford club has an account with. In fact, cheques drawn from an account showing regular deposits from Mr. Avery and Mr. Temple pay players on your club. By itself, this is not an issue, but a search of the corporate records of the State of Connecticut reveals you have not incorporated your club. Legally, your franchise does not exist. Again, by itself not an issue, but combine the two and we start down a troubling path.

More troubling are the letters of direction showing Mr. Avery and Mr. Temple as your proxy at league meetings. Comparing signatures from your application and acceptance document and the said letters shows to me at least two and possibly three different men have signed in your stead. Further, the notary seals are from the States of New York and Massachusetts, depending on who is acting as your notary.

If you fail to appear at the League Meeting scheduled at the end of the Championship Season, your franchise will be forfeit. If it is found you have been acting in concert with other owners to foist a fraud upon the Empire League, the lot of you shall be expelled from the League forthwith. I would take the time you have before then to do what you and your Judas’s need to save your respective reputations.

Respectfully,
James McCormick, President

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From the Cincinnati Bugle
King Hurler Disgrace to City
Seen at “Sin Parlors”
In an exclusive granted to the Cincinnati Bugle, Charlotte Hemphell, a woman of low morals, has reported Base Ball Kings hurler and field captain Tory Claessens has spent many a day in the “sin parlors” just across the river. Miss Hemphell, has revealed not only does Mr. Claessens partake in liquor prior to games, he has engaged in sins of the flesh with many harlots and jezebels in the tawdry districts the Commonwealth provides weak willed citizens of our fair city. Miss Hemphell herself has revealed, much to the distaste of this reporter, the lurid details of times the “hero of the box” had exchanged monies for carnal debauchery with her and other fallen women.

“It started innocently enough,” she related, “but the demon rum and suggestive dances he’d learned on trips to New York City overcame my virtue. Soon, I found myself toiling in houses of ill-repute to satisfy the lust in the flesh he had aroused.” Miss Hemphell, formerly of Cairo, Illinois, told this reporter she had been making her way to relatives in Philadelphia and a sound job as a housekeeper when the vile beast Claessens forced her into a life of sin. “My Christian virtue was lost but for one night of animal lust induced by him and his wicked ways.”

More shocking, Miss Hemphell has reported she is with child, and the father is none other than the leader of our Base Ball Kings. Claessens, who is married with two children, has refused to acknowledge the situation he has placed her in, “he has not only soiled my flesh, but my spirit as well.” The vile philanderer could not be reached to verify his responsibility to the young woman he hath debased.

The “sin parlors” across the river are noted for their easy women, flowing gin and gambling houses. Unfortunately they are outside the laws of Ohio, and our city; but civic minded people can take action by reporting to this paper, or their church, the names of those who would stray so the public can remind these souls of the righteous path.

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Edicts from President James McCormick

Salary ceiling is raised to $1,200.00 from the $500.00 it had been since the inception of the league. McCormick had long tried to convince his fellow owner’s to raise the league mandated salary to $1,500.00 but fears of losing control of cost had kept the owners from taking action. McCormick felt the raise was necessary because of Section 4.2 of the League Constitution, several players were already being paid in excess of $500.00, and McCormick wanted to make these contracts ‘legal’. New York and Boston, in dire financial straits because of the Hartford situation, begin releasing many of their veteran players rather than pay them higher salaries.

Admission is lowered league wide to 25¢ to attract more fans to the park. McCormick allows clubs to petition for a higher rate if “exceptional circumstances prevail.” Cleveland, New York, Boston and Hartford apply for an exemption. Cleveland, argues their small park cannot support a team at the lower admission, while the three Atlantic clubs cite the ‘cost of doing business’ in their cities. Cleveland is allowed their appeal for one season—but McCormick tells Chesterfield to find a ‘field worthy of our level of play.’ Boston is also allowed to have the higher admission. New York’s appeal is rejected, “If Brooklyn can survive in the same park at 25¢, so can you Temple.” Hartford’s appeal is also rejected for “gross indifference” to league affairs.

Liquor can now be sold at EL parks. Only Boston, New York and Hartford will refrain. Concessions at this point are not an organized effort for any team. Most of the food and drink is sold by freelancers who actually pay admission to get into the game. Saint Louis will be the first team to realize profits can be made from the concessions, by limiting alcohol sales to what is available from owner Petre Goethe’s beer garden.

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Letter from Leander Tanner, Cleveland
Dearest Maggie
My body still aches from a winter’s worth of labor, but the strenuous work has kept my blood flowing for the long summer ahead. However, my summer in Cleveland may be shorter than I hope.

This past fall, two teams in our association failed and there are more men than ever desiring to make a career at base ball. No longer content to play before spartan crowds such as in the local leagues back home, but before as many as 5,000 a day, these men come from as far away as California with nothing but bat and ball on their mind. I am very worried, my confrontation with Mr. Honahnie last summer can only work against me. Instead of being assured a position, I am but one of near a score of men made to “try out” for the roster. He has told the local papers improvements are needed for our club to contend for a pennant; specifically mentioning my position of short stop. Many of us have been told if we can not make the grade with the Clevelanders, a team in Akron or Portsmouth will be willing to take us on in case injury opens a spot on the roster.

At $500, the summer is worth the sweat and tears. But these other squads are like the locals back home, playing for a few dollars and a cold beer after the game. I do not know if I could take to that life so far from you. With another summer of improvement, I can have enough income from the game and winter labor to purchase us a humble cottage to begin our married life in. Without the game, I fear we would have to postpone our wedding until I can earn enough from traditional means. Some of the established players talk of making close to $1,000.00 this summer, I fear to even ask Mr. Honahnie a penny more for fear he will release me from my contract.

I do not mean to fill your head with worry for me, but it is hard to confide in men who hold the same desires as you. I see men pushing themselves as hard as I and cheer silently as they fail; and feel sick knowing they do the same to me. The good Lord is testing my spirit and body. Last summer I lacked the control and discipline needed to earn Mr. Honahnie’s respect as a player and man. I only have a few days to show him I am not the foolish boy of a summer ago.

Yours in love,
Leander Tanner

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From Chicago Eagle
Empire Announces Seasonal Awards
Excellence on the pitch to be honored
President and Chicagoan James McCormick announced to-day the Empire League will honor outstanding performances on the field with official awards. A finely struck medallion, engraved with the player’s name and achievement, will be given in eight categories; four for batsmen, four for hurlers.

Batsmen will have the opportunity to earn honor in the following categories: Average number of hits per time at bat, long hits [what we now call extra base hits], extra bases [steals] and runs scored. Hurlers will be awarded for total victories pitched in [not wins as we know them today, but team victories the hurler appeared in], outs recorded, responsible runs per nine innings [due to inconsistency of scoring practices, this was closer to total runs allowed per 9 innings than the ERA that became fashionable in the late teens and early twenties] , and batters struck. While many long-time admirers of the game may scoff at the inclusion of batters struck, McCormick feels it is a skill few hurlers have. “When a hurler can make a batsman miss the tossed orb, I personally find that amazing; especially if it is in a tense situation!”

Official scorecards are being printed by the Franklin Paper Company of Philadelphia. Thaddeus Hamilton, owner of the Brooklyn franchise, will oversee the tabulation of the scorecards, given his ability with figures. Each park will be equipped with the most advance wiring devices, so totals for league leaders should be updated within one or two days of games being played. “We hope to release to the press a full leader board from the past week every Monday morning. Never before has the common crank been able to chart the progress of his heroes with such precision!”

In addition to the medallion, players achieving this immortality will receive a $75.00 cash bonus from the league.

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From “The Base Ball Memories of Cappy” by Frank Richardson (1902)

It was opening day of 1876 I swore I would never play for the Chicagos. James McCormick, a man so many say saved the game of base ball from itself, had undertaken a mission to ruin my nine. Jealous he could not beat us on the field, he devised a way to beat us with paper. Our owner, William Temple, was forced to release anybody with any talent and surrounded me with kids who could barely shave, let alone play ball. We looked like a varsity squad; it was shameful a city like New York would be represented by such a motley band. Player for player it was the least talented squad I ever was associated with. Still, we had an advantage no one else could claim—my superior base ball intellect and my unmatched drive to win . . .

Even then, when it was all over, McCormick—a name I will curse until the day I die—found a way to destroy what Temple and I had fought so hard to build. To this day, the first line I check in my newspaper is Chicago’s, and nothing fills me with as much joy as to see them on the losing end of any battle they fight.

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After not appearing in any games during the 1875 season, Aron Mousser announces he does not intend to play at all during the 1876 campaign to concentrate on his duties as field captain. Philadelphia owner Zacariah Franklin relieves Mousser of his duties. “There is no profit in a man who can not play and run a ball club at the same time. The day a man has enough base ball intellect to merely sit back and watch the action unfold is a long way off.” The day isn’t as long off as Franklin thinks, as Mousser takes the helm of the Chicago franchise the next season, and while not appearing in any league games, he will continue to play in exhibitions until an errant throw by a backup second baseman breaks three of his fingers in 1886 when he is 50 years old. Mousser began playing for pay before the War Between the States, and while his totals in the Empire are unimpressive, his contributions to the game (reportedly he was the inventor of the short stop position, and is regarded by many as the first ‘modern’ manager) go well beyond hits and outs.

Year G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 9 26 4 0 1 0 3 0 1 2 0 0 .154 .185 .231 .416 PHI
1872 17 34 8 0 0 0 7 1 2 2 0 1 .235 .278 .235 .513 BAL
1873 10 21 6 1 0 0 4 3 2 0 0 1 .286 .348 .333 .681 BAL
1874 6 7 4 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 0 .571 .571 .571 1.143 BAL
Total 42 88 22 1 1 0 14 5 5 4 0 2 .250 .290 .284 .574

Even with two franchises failing, the league extends the season to 90 games, the longest yet. Some owners do grumble about the shrinking opportunities to schedule the highly profitable exhibition games with lesser clubs, but nothing comes of it. The owners are also concerned about the expansion of rosters that could follow the expanding seasons. While there are no set roster rules, a team could conceivably carry a nine-man squad through an entire season, teams usually have twelve to eighteen men under contract at any one time. Travel, injuries, and number of consecutive games affect the number of ‘active’ players at any one time. The sporting press also expresses concern the extended seasons are not ‘healthful’ for players; citing the rash of injuries at the end of the previous year. Wm Bausman of Saint Louis is philosophical, “Is four or five months of ball really more injurious to a man’s health than the rail man’s daily toil? The concern is not whether the player is to be injured, but whether the team is to be. The more time spent with osteopath lessens the chance of victory.”

With Chicago struggling early because of weak pitching, and Brooklyn unable to find enough offense or time for all of their hurlers, the first ‘trade’ in history takes place. The Atlantics send Aron Boday and Sydney Kubiszewski to the Browns for Alton Emch and Price Gray. Emch had not found his hitting stroke yet, but Thaddeus Hamilton felt a return east would clear the batsman’s mind. Chicago, with the improved pitching, makes an immediate run at first place, while Brooklyn continues to struggle along.

The trade for pitching proves fortuitous for the Browns. Brice Kinan, a former 4 year starting pitcher for the New Yorks missed significant time with an elbow complaint and Flip Giles, a talented, but oft injured thrower missed the beginning and middle of the season with various muscle and back problems.

Leander Tanner managed to stick with the Eries as a substitute, and was not performing well in the role (4-25) when starter Nelson Hepworth strained his back and would miss a 1/3 of the season. Cleveland had spent most of the first part of the year in the first division until the team went into a collective slump dropping them out of the race.

Both Brooklyn and Cincinnati tear off 10 game win streaks in the first half to stay in the race, conversely Hartford brings back memories of the 1871 Philadelphia squad with their 16 game losing streak. Cincinnati’s 2nd 10 game streak of the year push them into first with 1/3 of the season left.

Late injuries to second baseman Raymond Flake and pitcher Aron Boday cool off the Browns into 4th place.

For the first time ever, a western club wins the Empire League title. The Cincinnati Kings, the pitching lead by Boris Seekell and Rodney Stollings at the bat, outpace Boston and Philadelphia by 4 games. “It is appropriate the Cincinnati, whom Tory and I represented in the days before the Empire, win this crown,” Stollings remarked. “We are the Kings in more than name.”

Henry Pannell of Cleveland wins his second batting title with a .416 average; Norman Lent is second with his first sub-.400 season. Rodney Stollings leads in Long Hits, 61 of his 138 total and runs, 70. Steve Alves of Chicago takes the most extra bases with 27.

Boris Seekell is credited with pitching in 20 victories and 2.21 responsible runs allowed. Merlin Humphries of Cleveland is credited with 779 outs pitched; this will be changed to innings pitched for 1877. Brice Kinan of Chicago leads with 61 batters struck.

Other than Hartford (which finished 36 games behind Cincinnati), the New York Nine score the fewest runs. But somehow, Frank Richardson leads them to a 42-48 record, which could have been even better if not for a season ending 8 game losing streak. Making due with players like Kurtis Holderby, starter in 81 games at first and hitting .181 on the year, Richardson kept the club competitive for the entire season. A tribute to his will to win.

Cleveland finished in 9th, as the pitching was the worst in the league. Leander Tanner showed some improvement at the bat, raising his average every month, and showed promise not as a shortstop, but as a back up catcher.

Alton Emch never gets on track in Brooklyn, but the Atlantics do finish a respectable 5th, winning 50 games. It is puzzling to many why the Atlantics did not do better, as the pitching and hitting are both among the best in the Empire League. Thaddeus Hamilton attributes the placement to the poor showing on the road, and has high hopes for the next season. He is very pleased at finishing 8 games better than New York. "If I can not have a championship," he confides in William Adams, "at least let us best the New Yorks."

While his former club did not win, James McCormick was very pleased to see the stranglehold Boston had on the League title end. Finally, other cities could expect a championship. The fear he held that domination by Boston and New York would choke off interest could be placed aside. Besides, he knew the upcoming owner’s meeting would be more exciting than any pennant race; he knew victory over his rival was at hand; and with it, the power and pennants would surely move west . . .

Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Cincinnati 57 33 .633 - 29-16 28-17 3- 3 18-18
Boston 53 37 .589 4.0 26-19 27-18 5- 3 15-11
Philadelphia 53 37 .589 4.0 29-16 24-21 5- 2 18-12
Chicago 51 39 .567 6.0 25-20 26-19 4- 0 11-10
Brooklyn 50 40 .556 7.0 28-17 22-23 4- 2 13-12
Saint Louis 47 43 .522 10.0 29-16 18-27 5- 4 12-15
New York 42 48 .467 15.0 21-23 21-25 4- 5 17-13
Pittsburgh 40 50 .444 17.0 24-22 16-28 5- 2 21-15
Cleveland 36 54 .400 21.0 20-25 16-29 1-10 8-19
Hartford 21 69 .233 36.0 15-30 6-39 2- 7 10-18

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From an open letter to the Brooklyn Sun
While most of those who go Brooklyn are excited about the solid season by our squad, it pains us to note the ledger could have been more positive. In fact, the seven game deficit could have been easily erased but for what could politely described as indifferent play by several key member of the Atlantics.

Many of our backers point to the arm injury by Candy Skewis as the downfall of our nine, but a more likely culprit was the late hurling by Elmo Broenneke. When the base situation called for the boxman to ‘bear down’ he would lay an easy ball in for the batsman. In key situations, even a muffin could be counted on for a solid hit. When we needed a strong effort from our hurler, Broenneke was strangely absent.

But Broenneke was not alone in this peculiar effort. First Baseman Bennie Zoellner could not be counted on for a hit when the season was on the line. And further, decisions by field captain Bryon Mosholder puzzled even the most dedicated of crank. Alton Emch, famed for his skill in getting the long hit, sat on the pine while Jonathon Goodstein—adequate substitute but far from a skilled afield—played everyday. Mosholder, who’s skills peaked before the Empire was formed, insisted on patrolling right field of the Union Grounds while younger and more able players were given no chance.

We, the undersigned players implore Thaddeus Hamilton to rid the Brooklyn roster of these men of questionable motives and replace them with men who are not so prone to the influence of loose money and men of persuasion.

Signed, Alton Emch, Bennie Kafka, Everett Waugh and Clarence Walters

The players had approached Hamilton with their concerns after the season, but were dismissed outright. “The days of games being within the pocketbook of the numbers masters disappeared with the formation of the Empire. What we have here are the accusation of players who are trying to place blame for their own failings and eroding skills. These agitators will admit the error of their slander, or find employment elsewhere next summer. Bryon Mosholder has my highest confidence, and to suggest his decisions intentionally caused us to fail in our goal of a championship is beyond the pale,” Hamilton would state in print. "No man would disappoint the Brooklynite by trying to serve two masters."

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“What is wrong Temple? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost?” the question dripped with mock concern. In many ways though, William Temple had just gazed upon a dead man.

Raleigh Bourne. Almost 3 years earlier approved as the primary investor of the Hartford franchise, and almost as quickly laid out a plan assuring Mick Avery of Boston and William Temple of New York would buy his interest. The deal was kept secret, to prevent McCormick from trying tip the balance of power. However; events of the past two seasons had achieved McCormick’s wish of control, but Avery and Temple were convinced they could keep the Chicagoan at bay with three solid votes in opposition to the President. They did not count on the depths of McCormick’s determination to end any impediment to him dictating his will.

The President stood slowly measuring every inch of his rival’s reaction. “You would be surprised what those Pinkertons can find when they put their mind to it. Out in Arizona Territory he was. Arizona! For the past three years! Leaves many a mysteries still in the air, does it not, Mr. Temple?”

Avery returned to the room from the privy, wiping vomit from his mouth. Temple’s hand reached to the breast pocket where the forged letter of proxy rested. McCormick’s steps toward the conspirators were deliberate allowing the gathered to turn the spectacle over and over.

“We are beaten,” Avery spoke softly to Temple. “We are at his mercy.”

McCormick gestured grandly towards Bourne, “Why don’t you share you story, Mr. Bourne? I am positive the owners here would be interested to know how our two eastern friends came to represent your interest so passionately.” Of course, Bourne had shared his story twice already—once in private to McCormick and a second time to the other Empire owners. The motive was not disclosure, but humiliation.

Temple blood began to boil as Bourne related how, realizing he could not afford the upkeep of professional club, he devised a way to “make a profit of the matter.” The rage grew and grew as the shiftless man from Connecticut revealed how the fear of McCormick was twisted into a secret buyout. The rage was not directed at Bourne but at the Chicagoan who could not control his laughing at the matter.

“So,” McCormick asked between chortles, “they paid good money for a club you had no intention of fielding?”

“That is correct.”

“And if they had waited a month or so, you would have been forced to sell—legitimately—to someone else? Someone from Hartford perhaps?”

“More than likely, Mr. McCormick.”

“A fraud for no reason, what do you think of that Temple?”

Temple bit his lip trying to keep control of his temper. “You’ve had your fun. Now let’s get on with the real business of this meeting,” the words pushed through his clinched teeth.

“Well, I am the President. I thought I decided what is necessary to discuss and deal with at this gathering,” the good humor of a moment ago had left his voice. He stood overdramatically, Temple and the rest braced for the speech.

McCormick had developed the habit on “Very Important Matters” of delivering the same speech about being the shepherd of the game. The particulars would change to fit the situation, but the preamble and conclusion where always the same.

“We have a public trust as the shepherds of baseball. To conduct our business above board, to assure fair play and to carry ourselves in a manner befitting the Grand American Game. . .”

“Just tell us what the fine is you blowhard and get on with it! You have had your fun, now get on with it,” Temple was in no mood for theatrics. “If we are in endgame, call ‘mate.’ Do not waste my time with your useless words.”

McCormick paused and looked daggers at the New Yorker. Part of the show was making the moment last, watching Temple and his New York money squirm, wondering what would become of him and his club. McCormick felt no need to end his victory speech any sooner than pride demanded. It was clear though Temple would not allow a man savor his rightful moment. If dramatics were not allowed, then cold reality would rule.

“Mr. Bourne, since you have already sold your interest in the Hartford club, we have no need for you anymore. The Hartford franchise is hereby dissolved for lack of a legitimate owner.” McCormick turned to Avery, who appeared on the brink of vomiting again. “Mr. Avery,” the Bostonian managed to gesture futility, “how soon can you have an appropriate buyer in place for your club.”

Avery lifted his head and nodded. “The Hartford situation made it impossible to sell, but I have had inquires. I shall direct them to contact you for approval.” He no longer appeared a man defeated; the weight of his secrets and debt finally lifted.

“So that is my fate, sell the New Yorks to one of your cronies? Eh, McCormick.”

“The New York franchise is hereby dissolved for you acts of fraud.”

Not even Temple’s rage made a sound. Someone finally gasped, “Good Lord,” breaking the silence.

“Avery was lead astray by this contentious bastard. Temple was the source of corruption and deserves to face a stiffer penalty.” The explanation came for the unasked question on everyone’s mind. “Besides, the success of the Bostons makes it very difficult to turn them out.”

Temple pounded the table, causing the gathered to recoil, “You NEED a team in New York! YOU CAN NOT DO THIS TO ME!”

“Clause 2.5 of the Constitution: In the best interest of the game, the President may take action on any matter not covered by the Constitution or Official League Rules, as he sees fit. I see fit to dissolve your club and permanently ban you from any association with the Empire League. Fraud on this grand a scale must be dealt with swiftly and forcefully. We have a club in Brooklyn, sharing a field with our former ‘New York’ club; I feel that is sufficient for our League’s profile in the area. With Hartford out, we must have an even number of clubs, and it is much easier to take yours away than find another owner.”

“I shall sue,” Temple began ranting, shouting accusations at all gathered; telling how much they would owe for his indiscretion.

“Yes, let us go to court! Let your business partners and associates wonder what frauds you engage in with them. Let us know how base your soul.”

Temple turned from the President to the other owners, “Don’t you see what he is doing? If he can take my club, he can take yours.”

“You can override my decision with a ¾ vote; I’ll even allow you Boston and Hartford’s votes. Do you honestly think 5 of them will side with you?”

The formerly imposing man refused to beg and plead; quickly he saw it was to no purpose. Quietly, he gathered his items and staggered to the door. “You have not heard the last of this McCormick. If it is war you want, it is war you shall have.”

The room collectively exhaled when the New Yorker left. “Thank God, we can get back to normal business,” Chesterfield sighed.

But the President did not move. His eyes coursed over the remaining owners. “Do you know why you elected me President of this league?” For a second time, the room fell silent. “Do you?”

“Because you wanted it?” stammered Goethe of Saint Louis.

Distaste filled to his eyes as McCormick rose. “I am President, because other than Hamilton, you are all followers. None of you are a leader of men. None of you could make the decisions I make.” The men shifted nervously in there hardback chairs. “Hamilton’s secretary is more a leader than any of you. You would let Temple and his ilk run roughshod over what we are building in a vain attempt to curry favor with the men who do lead. Without me, Temple would be ruining your investments and you would smile at him while you trod to the poorhouse.”

“That’s uncalled,” Chesterfield of Cleveland objected. “How did we become successes if we are not leaders.”

“Being born to money does not a leader make. Of all of us, only Hamilton has made himself into what he is today, the rest of us are an accident of birth.” McCormick could see the faces which moments ago had hailed him were now on the brink of revolt. “Do you doubt me?” The owners tried to hide their nods. “Very well: there are eight of us now. If six of you are leaders, you can remove me from my position.”

“I’m with you,” shouted Obie McCormick

“And I too,” said Hamilton.

“So, I give you Boston’s vote. Now, who will cast the first vote of no confidence? Which one of you will lead the way?”

In less than a minute, they had all casts a vote of support for President McCormick. “Very well,” triumphantly he returned to his chair, “we have business to attend.”

[Tellistto]

Very nice read, keep up the good work!


Tell

[fantastic flying froggies]

Very nice read, keep up the good work!


Tell
I'll second that.
One of the most enjoyables dynasties in quite a while!

[SelzShoes]

Letter from Thaddeus Hamilton to Frank Richardson
Mr. Richardson,
It is unfortunate the New Yorks will not be fielding a club this coming year. However, I believe the opportunity in Brooklyn is greater than the situation you had experienced.

I am prepared to offer you a contract of maximum value and the position of field captain. While this will no doubt be the equal to what others can offer you, Brooklyn has two advantages.

Our club is close to being a champion. I believe with your leadership you can spur on our boys past the last obstacle. You possess a temperament which can push the most ordinary of player to the limits of his ability. Our failure on the pitch last season came from men be comfortable with doing only what the situation required, and not playing the scientific game for which you are renowned. Take the lash to their spirits and drive them to victory, I know of no other man who can.

It is no secret you have become the hero to those who follow sport in the area. Brooklyn would afford you the chance to play on the same field before the same fans. You would not be compelled to leave your numerous business interests behind to the care of another man. You could track your investments locally, and not have the worry of what care they receive as you spend a summer in Saint Louis or Cleveland.

Further, with the additional manpower now available through out the Empire, I shall allow you to assemble the best talent available at what ever price they require. I should like our team to resemble a picked nine and not the junior clubs I have been unfortunate enough to cull together.

Please respond quickly, I know your services will be in great demand.

Sincerely,
Thaddeus Hamilton

[SelzShoes]

Thanks for the kind words gentlemen. As I said earlier, it is everyone elses work on this board that has me posting, I don't think I'd come here as often if I didn't have something to offer.

[Wolfpack]

Very creative work. I'm assuming the tossing of the NY owner will be the precursor for the birth of a rival American Association clone (I can't say it'll be the AA because your world isn't a true copy of the real one, but a slightly altered version).

It does beg the question: how much time are you spending in creative writing versus actually playing the game? :) Of course, reporting a history takes more time than actually coming up with the results to report on, but you seem to be taking a lot of effort to construct storylines and arcs that proceed in the background of the game, particularly since I'm pretty sure there's no real-life information available to base these characters on.

At this rate, it'll take you a while to get to your post-WWII world. :)

[SelzShoes]

From an Editorial in the New York World

The expulsion of Hartford and New York from the Empire League, for reasons based on flimsy pretext, should be hailed as a blessing by the common crank. Yes, the season will continue without proper representation of the city where the passion for the game was born, but an opportunity is afforded.

While James McCormick and his band of thieves plunder the national game for profit and greed, William Temple can form a congregation of men dedicated to what he calls ‘true sport.’ The idea that men who play for love of game and country more than the base allure of gold would provide a better sort of entertainment. While McCormick would have the ballyards overflow with low born men filled with drink, Temple envisioned a healthful spectacle where gentlemen could converse with full view of the Creators majestic bounty.

We at the World pray Mr. Temple has not soured on base ball. With the spread of organized leagues across this great land finding like minded men who place ball before profit should be not a trial. The year of our Lord 1877 may appear to be a dark summer for fans of the game. We encourage patience and hope. If there is justice and right in the universe, a new horizon shall be viewed; one without the interference of those who would destroy all that is good and right with the game.

[SelzShoes]

Very creative work. I'm assuming the tossing of the NY owner will be the precursor for the birth of a rival American Association clone (I can't say it'll be the AA because your world isn't a true copy of the real one, but a slightly altered version).

It does beg the question: how much time are you spending in creative writing versus actually playing the game? :) Of course, reporting a history takes more time than actually coming up with the results to report on, but you seem to be taking a lot of effort to construct storylines and arcs that proceed in the background of the game, particularly since I'm pretty sure there's no real-life information available to base these characters on.

At this rate, it'll take you a while to get to your post-WWII world. :)
The first couple dynasties I did at OOTP, I was a very slow player--my last one took over 6 months to get just half way into a season. I had a month where I didn't play at all (working for my wife's business and the CPU was being debugged) and I started thinking about what my next dynasty was going to be. So, I spend about a month doing most of the pre-writing and planning.

Before I start each season I look at my time line I charted out and pick 4 or 5 'themes' to look for each year. All told, from off-season to end of season, I can run a season in about a week. So , yeah, the post-WWII season is looking to be a year off, but that's ok with me. I had orgininally thought I could have started the 1946 season near the end of this year, but I found taking a week off from the project helps keep me fresh. (I'm just at the start of the 1878 season on the OOTP boards.)

The players/execs are based on a real people, granted some are more broadly drawn than others (for example, when we reach him the "Babe Ruth" will be very recognizable)--Frank Richardson is based on Cap Anson, James McCormick on William Hulbert. The 1871-1899 era is my weakest spot where baseball history is concerned, but being a history nerd, I've enjoyed doing the research.

Thanks again for your interest, I'm always willing to talk about the process!

[SelzShoes]

From William Temple's speech at the Manhattan Winter Sports Banquet

Friends, competitors and assembled members of the press.
For the past several months, since our beloved Empire League team was summarily dismissed from the league (chorus of hisses) I have been asked on countless occasions when I would endeavor to start my own league based on the ideal of pure sport (huzzahs).

First, if I was to form my own league, I would assure an able council would run the game, lest the whims of a single madman ruin the investment of all (various cheers and whoops).

Second, I would assure the men involved were of the highest integrity and honor—traits which are notoriously short supplied in the Empire. As of now the roster of owners consists of a peddler of sin in Saint Louis, a Shylock in Brooklyn and a puppet in Chicago (loud laughter)! James McCormick (hisses), the so-called President (more hisses), has allowed his jealousy of the centers of commerce and own personal short comings to cloud his judgment—what little he possesses anyway (laughter).

Whatever method he could devise to root out those who defended the game, and replace them with men loyal to him and him alone were used. His so-called leadership has left a quality ballplayer and American like Cappy Richardson (very loud cheers), searching for a position well below his reward (hisses). I have on good authority my expulsion was a simple trick to lure Cappy to that lakeside pit—and to his credit Cappy would starve than toil for the Devil’s Agent (Thunderous applause and cheers, Cappy stands and wave to the crowd to even louder cheers)

McCormick has no vision of what the game can be. As I speak, New York, Buffalo, Washington, Baltimore, and some lesser western cities that are base ball mad are not represented in the Empire! And why? Because James McCormick can not find men of equally base morals willing to submit to him! Because James McCormick would rather treat the clubs as his personal plaything and not as a way to promote the finest qualities our nation has to offer. Because James McCormick would rather have men who see base ball as a business and not dedicate themselves to the public trust! (ovation of some length)

I make this promise on this day to you friends: New York will soon have a team, I will own it, and the Empire will be no more (Huzzahs). It may not be this summer or the summer next, but soon my dear friends, soon. And James McCormick will rue ever deciding to take the coward’s way instead of besting New York on the field of honor (shouts and much clapping).

[SelzShoes]

The National cycle of recession/depression that culminated with the Panic of 1877, further strained the Empire. Prepared to enter the season with eight clubs, only six would start the season: Boston, Brooklyn, Philadelphia, Chicago, Cincinnati and the relocated Cleveland franchise in Buffalo. Pittsburgh and Saint Louis failed to meet their annual obligation to the league just weeks before the start of the season. Cleveland, unable to purchase adequate grounds for a park “sufficient to maintain profit” was sold to investors in Buffalo who had been shut out of the Ontario-New York League formed some two seasons before. While the other owners, notably Franklin of Philadelphia and Hartpence of Boston (who had purchased the club from Avery in the off season), urged readmitting Temple’s New Yorkers and adding another club from “the stronger teams in the lesser league in abundance these days.” McCormick held firm:

“Why should we rush headlong and add two clubs, when we will need to find two clubs to replace them next season, and two more the season next. I am committed to fielding the strongest league possible, not the largest.”

The hastily redrawn schedule called for each club to face each other 18 times, and the personal battles between players began to grow. “Before then you’d see a fellow twice, and if he did something to bug you, well, you had time to cool down—a couple weeks or a whole winter,” Rodney Stollings recalled. “Now, if someone was busting you, a week later, there he was again, doing the same thing—you started to hate the other fellow.”

Team payrolls began to skyrocket as the best players won roster slots over the cheaper ‘muffins’ that usually rounded out a bench. Quality players, stars in their own right, found themselves relegated to junior squad status. Sport writers early on called it “That amazing season.”

“Never has the top talent of the game been so concentrated, never has the game been so blessed,” wrote the Boston Post. “If there was any question of the status of the game in the hearts of Americans, this championship battle leaves no doubt. Memories of East/West conflict are gone; the game has risen above such petty battles.”

But the cheering of the press and crowds only hid battles yet to be fought. Battles that would test the strength of the Empire.

[SelzShoes]

Letter from Winfred Siemens to James McCormick

Mr. McCormick,
I must object in no uncertain terms to the placement of an Empire League club in Buffalo. For the past several seasons the Ontario-New York League has operated, with success within the limits of the city. While not as nationally hailed as your Empire League, our clubs in Toronto, Syracuse and other cities in the area have become the pride of the locals. I believe this feeling compels us to defend our territories from interlopers.

The current fad in business is to accept products and goods made elsewhere at the expense of familiar names. I refuse to allow my club or league to be ruined by outside forces. If the Buffalo Empires follow through with their intention to play, I shall bring suit to keep them from playing. I will bring suit against any landowner who permits them to use their playing field. I will bring suit against anyone who facilitates the degradation of our league and investment. The good citizens of Buffalo will not stand for carpetbagger interest to spoil our borders.

Yours,
Winfred Siemens

[I'm picking up my posting here since I'm probably leaving the OOTP forums, want to get this 'current' as soon as possilble]

[SelzShoes]

(at this point at the OOTP forums I had a request to do some bios, I'll share them with you as well)

President Empire League

Born June 5, 1821, the eldest son of one of Chicago's early prominent families he worked in the shadow of his father for most of his life. A strong supporter of sport, he became fascinated with the game of base ball on an 1860 business trip to Philadelphia which coincided with the all-city tournament. The business deal almost fell through, but a love of the game was instilled.

After the War Between the States, McCormick built several ball yards throughout the city of Chicago, wanting to build the city as the Western center of the game. When the Empire League was being formed, McCormick utilized the family fortune, of which he was now in control of, to assure Chicago was represented. His support for the League and the Chicago franchise was a way to break away from the family name and carve his own identity. To his private dismay, the more power and influence he gains, the more like his father he is becoming--and odd combonation of honesty and ruthlessness.

After the Great Chicago Fire, McCormick was disillusioned with the influence the Eastern clubs held over the league, and began to solidify the support of the Westerns behind him. The well-spoken, aggressive man was a natural choice to lead; he had the ability and money to back up his statements. The failure of the New Haven club, which briefly gave the Westerns a voting advantage, and the defection of Thaddeus Hamilton’s Brooklyns from the Easterns, vaulted McCormick into the position of League President, which was created by him, for him.

McCormick’s main disagreement with the Easterns, especially William Temple of New York, was base ball was a business and should be run to be as profitable as possible. The Easterns held the ideal they were running teams for the glory of their city and players should put love of game before money. McCormick understood not allowing players to be paid top dollar would invite a rival. To McCormick, a small strong league with the best players from around the county was preferable to the constantly expanding, diluted league favored by the Easterns. McCormick also wanted to move from a “gentleman’s” league, to a venue the masses can enjoy: his support of lower admission and sale of liquor are aimed to bring the workingman as well as the businessman to the games. McCormick also pushed to have a formal League Constitution, worked to have a standard set of rules, and formalize the league schedule.

He also has shown, with his reaction to the Hartford scandal, he is swift to act. He is willing to deal with opposing views, but only if the other is honest with him. His brother, Obie McCormick, who took over Chicago when James was elected President, and Hamilton of Brooklyn, who finds him personally profane but just what the emerging league needs, are his strongest supporters. He has challenged the other owners to stand up to him, but as he suspected they do not have the collective will to oppose him. He rules, at this point, by fiat and not by consensus. As he is getting older, his temper is getting shorter, and is effecting his ability to woo the press--an ability becoming more and more important in the world of sport.

[SelzShoes]

Idol of the Masses

For the first generation of Empire League fans, no man symbolized the League like Frank “Cappy” Richardson. There may have been better players, but he was the first true star of the League.

An amateur legend at the tender age of 16, he was signed off of his Iowa barnstorming club by the New Yorks and given the starting third base job as an 18 year old. A steady player, he first captured the attention of the press and public prior to the 1874 season with his denunciation of Darryl Weisenburger’s demand the league raise the mandated salary to match the increasing length of the season. Hailed as a “true American” for his stance against the “reds who would destroy this county and game.” His mystique grew when, as field captain, he lead the New Yorks to the League title that same season—the first won by a non-Boston club. He became know for his ability to motivate his teammates to reach beyond their abilities to achieve victory.

His defense of “native” rights over the influence of “European, Jewish and Negro” saboteurs won him a following spread beyond the limit of New York. Despite his young age, he is only 24 entering his 7th League season; he was in much demand as a speaker at functions across the Eastern and Southern half of the country. His style of play, always full out, always looking for the edge, made him the darling of the New York press.

His status for the 1877 season is up in the air, with William Temple’s franchise dissolved, the “Prairie Fire” is looking for employment, and has incited a bidding war for his services. The only thing for sure is he will not play for Chicago, who he holds responsible for forcing Temple to break up the New Yorks after 1874 and who signed the above mentioned Weisenburger. Many think he will sign with Brooklyn, but Hamilton’s relationship with McCormick may make that impossible.

Year G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 38 153 40 9 3 0 19 22 8 4 2 2 .261 .298 .359 .658 NYN
1872 49 207 68 16 6 0 31 48 14 2 7 4 .329 .371 .464 .835 NYN
1873 52 218 76 26 4 0 44 37 17 3 3 2 .349 .396 .505 .900 NYN
1874 69 276 103 35 4 0 47 42 21 9 4 1 .373 .418 .529 .946 NYN
1875 74 293 92 37 3 0 43 37 18 9 8 2 .314 .354 .461 .814 NYN
1876 86 344 117 35 7 0 35 44 15 14 3 2 .340 .368 .483 .850 NYN
Total 368 1491 496 158 27 0 219 230 93 41 27 13 .333 .372 .475 .847

[SelzShoes]

Former Owner New York

A very complex man. Leader of the former Eastern faction, he holds a very high ideal of what the purpose of the Empire League should be: glory before profits. However; like in his shipping business, he believes the ends justify the means. His purchasing the Hartford franchise with Boston’s Mick Avery, without league approval, and the fraud to cover up the action lead to his and New York’s expulsion from the League. But believing the defense of the game from McCormick’s ‘profit mongering’ was important, he does not feel he did anything wrong.

A much more likeable and approachable man than McCormick, he has been able to use the press to paint the conflict as McCormick’s personal crusade to enlarge Chicago, and his own, standing on the National stage. Temple firmly believes New York does have some ‘divine right’ to dictate League policy, at the hindrance of the other clubs, since it “is important our greatest city is represented with a winning team.”

He led the fight against higher salaries and lower admission as part of his desire for what he terms ‘pure sport.’ The games, in his view, should be a gathering of gentlemen, not a leisure for the rabble. Players should value playing for joy and exercise, not a few pieces of silver. Very much in line with the contemporary mores, but out of touch with the reality of the business that is starting to form.

The ‘Panic of 1877’ and the loss of his investment in Hartford and New York have put him in a precarious position financially. He vows to return to the game and destroy the “Babylon” of the Empire, but it is not clear if his ideals are compatible with his goals.

[SelzShoes]

The unknown star

Five seasons over .400, and one missing by two hits, Lent was the backstop and sparkplug for 4 Boston champions and 2 2nd place teams. And yet, he has never been regarded as highly as Frank Richardson or others with lesser numbers.

A quiet man who regards the Boston press as vulgar drunkards, he has kept to himself while playing for the Unions. Not even the local fans really have a handle on what kind of many he is. Recently he was released by the new Boston ownership in a cost cutting measure. If he resigns with Boston, he will probably continue to excel in anonymity, but in elsewhere, he could get the coverage he deserves as a star.

Year G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 36 147 70 7 7 0 32 29 5 5 5 2 .476 .493 .619 1.112 BOS
1872 47 195 93 14 4 0 37 46 15 5 1 3 .477 .514 .590 1.104 BOS
1873 45 190 93 18 2 0 40 44 22 3 4 2 .489 .542 .605 1.148 BOS
1874 67 281 122 26 2 1 51 62 19 4 4 0 .434 .470 .552 1.022 BOS
1875 58 230 97 22 1 0 34 43 17 4 3 1 .422 .462 .526 .988 BOS
1876 78 325 128 30 4 2 40 61 12 4 1 0 .394 .415 .529 .945 BOS
Total 331 1368 603 117 20 3 234 285 90 25 18 8 .441 .475 .562 1.037

[SelzShoes]

Trying to change the game

In 1871, following the theories of the day, Emch hit .500 over the short season. By 1876, in found himself little used as a substitute for Brooklyn. The reason: conflicts with team officials and teammates over his tendency to go for the “long hit”.

Reasoning that a double or triple had a better chance of chasing home a teammate than trying for single after single, Emch began advocating a ‘fly ball’ style of hitting over ‘line drives.’ “Three singles bring home one run; two singles and a double will score two.” His average dropped, but with no measure for Runs Batted In at the time, all evidence of theory was anecdotal. Yes, the papers wrote, it seemed like he pushed more runners home, but the average kept dropping. He also began stating the idea different situations called for different styles of hitting. It is unclear what his role with Brooklyn will be for the upcoming seasons, it could be at 31 his skills are not keeping up with the influx of talent to the Empire.

Year G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 36 156 78 11 3 4 44 35 12 3 4 1 .500 .536 .686 1.222 BOS
1872 51 217 98 12 4 7 56 54 13 5 2 0 .452 .483 .641 1.123 BOS
1873 50 213 70 15 3 8 57 49 14 2 0 1 .329 .370 .540 .910 BOS
1874 68 273 94 13 7 9 47 42 17 4 0 0 .344 .383 .542 .925 CHI
1875 79 329 108 31 4 2 48 51 18 12 1 4 .328 .363 .465 .828 CHI
1876 16 56 15 3 2 0 6 10 3 1 2 0 .268 .305 .393 .698 CHI/BRO
Total 300 1244 463 85 23 30 258 241 77 27 9 6 .372 .409 .550 .959

[SelzShoes]

Tragedy in Brooklyn

The youngest of the original owners, only 38 at the founding of the league, he is also the most tragic. Beset with tuberculoses and a ‘wasting disease’ it is a wonder he has lived as long as he has. Making a fortune in banking and land speculation, Hamilton became the man to go to for financial needs by the elites of Brooklyn and New York. William Temple convinced Hamilton to be involved with the Empire to help “lend respectability” to the fledgling league. Slowly, Hamilton came to believe that James McCormick’s leadership would be better for his investment. The fact Temple was trying to tilt the league to favor New York over his Brooklyn squad came to bother him as well. Hamilton came to see the Empire as a chance to best New York, and showcase his beloved Brooklyn.

With his health failing faster, Hamilton is dedicated to building a club that can deliver a pennant this upcoming season. He has made money no object, much to the concern of his loyal personal secretary William Frederick Adams. Adams, who has worked tirelessly for Thaddeus over the last ten years, watching him slowly deteriorate. While Adams does not understand his employer’s obsession with “this child’s game” he dutifully attends games and league meetings when Thaddeus’s health does not permit him to leave his home.

[SelzShoes]

Right now the Executives are the driving force of the league; the more people focus on them and the more anonymous the players stay—well that just keeps cost down.

Zacariah Franklin—owner of Philadelphia, no relation to Ben. Owner of a group of paper mills on the East Coast, he was an investor of the original Philadelphia club that folded after 1871. When Horace Soleabea sold the interest of the Baltimore club, Franklin quickly stepped in. Angry at what he perceived as Temple’s refusal to assist the struggling club (they finished 3-37 that first season), Franklin cast his lot with McCormick, forcing a deadlock until the New Haven club failed. He is the most likely owner to oppose McCormick, but with two new owners, and a “coward of the first order,” it may be a couple seasons before he can let his will be known.

Max Von Schriber—purchased the Cincinnati Kings from A. J. Helmuth after 1871. A portly man, who resembles a caricature of a German businessman. Frets constantly about the cost of winning, in many ways, he feels winning the title in 1876 was the worst thing to happen to his club.

Obie McCormick—brother of James McCormick, first owned the short lived Keokuk franchise and took over Chicago when James was elected League President. Many other owners suspect James still runs Chicago, as Obie’s main contribution to the league is to blindly back his brother.

Lyman Hartpence of Boston—just purchased the Boston club. A quiet little man, not much is known about him, except he wants to maximize profits.

Bertrham Farley of Buffalo—purchased the interest of the Cleveland club and moved it to Buffalo. Publishes the Buffalo Dispatch, very wealthy and intends to be a force in the league. Must first secure the City of Buffalo before thinking about imposing his ideas on the league.

Winfred Siemens—Owner of the Buffalo squad in the Ontario-New York League. A short-term nuisance or long-term problem? Intends to fight for his ‘territory’ and refuses to accept the right of the Empire League to place a club in ‘his’ city. Publishes a rival paper to the Dispatch, making the battle personal on several levels.

[SelzShoes]

Names from the first six seasons that have moved on

Petre Goethe—former owner of Saint Louis, his major contribution to the game was introducing liquor sales. Built a Beer Garden overlooking the field when the Eastern clubs banned beer sales. Was the first owner to make money from concessions by limiting the alcohol served to what his Garden made available.

Hiram Chesterfield—former owner of Cleveland, helped write the League Constitution. Was forced to sell when he was unable to find grounds suitable for a larger park.

J. Hinckley O’Brien—former Washington owner, his failure to post the necessary bond to assure his solvency further tilted the balance of power to McCormick.

Horace Solebea—former owner of Baltimore, forced to sell when he refused to make a trip to Saint Louis because of their sale of liquor. Chose to sell to Franklin of Philadelphia to spite the Eastern clubs that did not back him.

“Mick” Avery—former owner of Boston, built the early powerhouse Unions, but was sucked into the Hartford scandal by Temple. Despite 4 titles and 2 runner ups, all the profit was drained by supporting the Hartford club. The whole experience soured him on the business of base ball. McCormick allowed him to sell, rather than be dissolved, since Temple ‘forced’ him into the arrangement.

Raleigh Bourne—former owner (?) of Hartford, the man most responsible for Temple’s downfall. Realizing he could not afford to field a competitive club, he conned Avery and Temple into buying his club without league approval. He then fled to Arizona Territory, where he was eventually convicted for his association with James Addison Reavis, the man who stole Arizona.

A. J. Helmuth—organized the 1896 Cincinnati Base Ball Kings tour, which inspired the formation of the Empire League. He owned the initial Cincinnati entry, but sold them after the first season. Still tangentially involved as the Kings’ landlord.

[SelzShoes]

It is an odd time for the players in the EL, with 1/2 of the teams failing in the last two years, many top batsmen and hurlers are without employment.

Darryl Weisenburger, 1B, Chicago, 34 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 38 158 68 9 0 1 23 28 9 5 1 0 .430 .461 .506 .967 NYN
1872 50 217 99 11 1 1 41 44 15 9 0 0 .456 .491 .530 1.021 NYN
1873 53 223 89 12 1 3 36 33 17 5 0 0 .399 .442 .502 .944 NYN
1874 68 276 124 17 0 4 47 48 25 9 3 0 .449 .495 .554 1.049 NYN
1875 82 320 125 18 0 2 37 56 29 13 4 1 .391 .441 .466 .907 CHI
1876 83 334 131 23 0 2 51 48 24 6 4 0 .392 .433 .479 .912 CHI
Total 374 1528 636 90 2 13 235 257 119 47 12 1 .416 .458 .503 .962 No man has more hits over the first 6 season, but if not for speaking his mind would probably be a bigger star. Old Reliable, as the Chicago cranks have dubbed him, made a simple statement in the 1874-1875 off season about how the increased number of games required an increase in pay. Frank Richardson and the press attacked him as a "red." However, in Chicago, where James McCormick made him one of the highest paid players, he has not been as "political". Still, he is the "hero of the workingman" in the City with Broad Shoulders, but his age (34) worries management--how much longer can he produce for the Browns?

Rodney Stollings, RF, no team, 31 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 38 164 60 9 5 1 18 23 7 2 4 2 .366 .392 .500 .892 CIN
1872 54 229 95 16 6 4 40 38 10 5 4 5 .415 .439 .590 1.029 CIN
1873 52 207 74 22 2 6 36 38 23 5 1 0 .357 .422 .570 .992 CIN
1874 68 265 103 37 7 3 50 54 33 2 2 3 .389 .456 .615 1.071 CIN
1875 81 321 122 37 5 6 49 66 23 9 0 3 .380 .422 .583 1.004 CIN
1876 84 351 138 41 8 12 72 70 18 11 2 4 .393 .423 .658 1.081 CIN
Total 377 1537 592 162 33 32 265 289 114 34 13 17 .385 .428 .596 1.024He has been producing at a high level since the 1869 Base Ball King tour, which he was a part of; 1876 was just eye-popping for the time. "Whenever the Kings needed a run, Stollings could be counted on to deliver," the papers wrote. But now with ownership cutting back salaries after the 1876 title, Queen City cranks may have to get used to someone else patrolling rightfield.

Steve Alves, SS, Chicago, 27 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 37 162 51 6 7 0 11 33 7 12 15 3 .315 .343 .438 .781 BOS
1872 52 215 84 11 11 0 46 42 13 9 15 3 .391 .425 .544 .970 BOS
1873 52 234 83 15 3 2 31 59 14 8 23 4 .355 .391 .470 .861 BOS
1874 68 311 99 21 7 1 38 66 13 10 26 8 .318 .346 .441 .786 BOS
1875 81 349 96 17 5 1 29 52 11 14 17 11 .275 .297 .361 .658 BOS
1876 82 358 102 22 11 1 36 64 16 10 27 7 .285 .316 .416 .732 CHI
Total 372 1629 515 92 44 5 191 316 74 63 123 36 .316 .346 .436 .782The moment he showed signs of slipping, the Unions cast him aside. The self-proclaimed "fastest man afield" showed he has pleanty of spring left in his step. Regarded as having the best 'hands' on the field, he is a fan favorite. "Once he starts to first," a popular saying goes, "he does not stop until he has touched home."

Henry Panell, 2B, no team, 26 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 39 167 67 8 5 1 36 26 10 5 4 3 .401 .435 .527 .962 CHI
1872 45 185 91 10 5 1 38 28 11 3 7 4 .492 .520 .616 1.137 CLE
1873 52 212 80 17 3 1 25 40 14 6 6 1 .377 .416 .500 .916 CLE
1874 67 279 121 20 3 3 44 59 23 3 6 5 .434 .477 .559 1.036 CLE
1875 83 332 138 28 9 4 51 59 22 2 6 5 .416 .452 .590 1.042 CLE
1876 88 338 138 28 7 1 46 60 26 0 6 1 .408 .451 .541 .992 CLE
Total 374 1513 635 111 32 11 240 272 106 19 35 19 .420 .458 .557 1.015Early victim of "East Coast Bias," while Norman Lent is regarded as the best batsman in the Empire, Panell has actually won 3 titles to Lent's 1. If the Browns had not gone dormant for two season, the Chicago press would make sure he was properly hailed. Cleveland, sadly, saddled with a tiny park and irregular press coverage has kept his skill hidden. "He just shows up and gets his hits," teammates say. Somewhat indifferent in the field, could be the next 'super star' in the right city.

[SelzShoes]

Marlon Bosshart, 3B, Philadelphia, 33 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1871 36 133 23 3 2 0 10 10 6 4 7 2 .173 .209 .226 .434 PHI
1872 53 220 65 4 16 0 31 39 7 4 16 5 .295 .317 .459 .776 CLE
1873 52 195 55 17 9 1 30 29 14 4 10 6 .282 .330 .477 .807 CLE
1874 28 32 7 2 2 0 9 11 3 1 6 2 .219 .286 .406 .692 PHI
1875 83 338 96 27 10 0 22 53 14 5 27 10 .284 .313 .423 .736 NH
1876 85 299 80 16 16 1 44 41 12 12 19 4 .268 .296 .438 .734 PHI
Total 337 1217 326 69 55 2 146 183 56 30 85 29 .268 .300 .420 .720He began his stint in the EL as the replacement of legendary Aron Mousser. He has molded himself from a horrible short stop, into a decent third baseman. A fan favorite in Philadelphia, this Irishman will start his second straight year in his adopted hometown. The Philly fans loves the hustle and grit that make up for his limited skills.

Leander Tanner, SS, Buffalo, 22 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1875 78 258 68 11 2 0 26 23 13 33 3 1 .264 .299 .322 .621 CLE
1876 36 107 24 5 0 0 11 11 3 9 3 0 .224 .245 .271 .516 CLE
Total 114 365 92 16 2 0 37 34 16 42 6 1 .252 .283 .307 .590
Not really a star, will actually be pretty lucky to have a job after the rosters settle. In 1875, had a fight with his field captain, Son Honahnie and wrote a worrisome letter to his sweetheart before the 1876 season. After having the starting job for all of 1875, split time as the backup to Nelson Hepworth. Tanner showed a willingness to do anything for team, spending 1/3 of his games behind the plate.

Aubrey Fraire, C, Chicago, 19 yrsYear G AB H 2B 3B HR RBI R BB K SB CS AVG OBP SLG OPS Teams
1876 55 144 32 4 5 1 17 26 13 10 10 5 .222 .287 .340 .627 CHI"The final line marks progress still to be made. Yet as every month passed, the child who would be king improved his standing among Chicago batsmen and the men who paid a dear quarter for entertainment. And entertain he does, hurling his body without regard around the paths. Quick enough to be the legs of older players late in games; and skilled enough around the diamond to replace them. Long time observers watch him dance across the field and can not recall a backstop with a spring such as he. To listen to the multitude feeling a chill as the edge of greatness unfolds, when the most favored ballplayer is discussed 5 years hence, only one name will matter."--Chicago Eagle

[SelzShoes]

Horacio Pfahlert, P, Chicago, 32 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 9 9 5 4 0 2.74 82.0 84 35 25 9 11 9 0 CHI
1872 27 27 13 14 0 4.01 244.2 290 132 109 38 64 27 3 WAS
1873 23 23 11 12 0 3.51 213.0 232 102 83 43 34 23 4 WAS
1874 21 21 16 5 0 2.41 194.0 166 60 52 23 45 20 2 WAS
1875 29 29 17 12 0 2.16 258.0 233 95 62 50 43 29 4 WAS
1876 27 27 15 11 0 3.57 239.2 256 124 95 44 50 25 1 CHI
Total 136 136 77 58 0 3.11 1231.1 1261 548 426 207 247 133 14Most wins in the EL, and has completed more games (by 26) than anyone else. After the Chicago Fire, signed with a bad Washington club, but is now anchoring the rebuilt Browns. The Charmer is a delight to the press, and the ladies. With Aubrey Fraire, they are quickly becoming known as the 'Dandy battery'.

Tory Claessens, P, No Team, 34 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 10 10 3 7 0 2.22 93.1 96 33 23 8 29 10 0 CIN
1872 13 13 10 3 0 1.76 117.1 127 42 23 8 17 13 0 CIN
1873 13 13 12 1 0 1.50 120.0 96 26 20 16 23 13 3 CIN
1874 20 20 9 11 0 2.24 176.2 140 62 44 23 36 20 2 CIN
1875 26 26 12 13 0 2.56 232.0 208 89 66 41 41 24 3 CIN
1876 27 27 13 14 0 2.90 239.1 244 86 77 41 46 27 0 CIN
Total 109 109 59 49 0 2.33 978.2 911 338 253 137 192 107 8Like Rodney Stollings, played for the 1869 touring Kings. And, also like Stollings, was released in the wake of winning the title. Claessens was the field captain, making the release doubly hard to explain. Lead a very scandalous lifestyle in Cincinnati--to the horror of all. Not a fan favorite anymore, it is possible he just needs a change of scenery.

Hank Imfeld, P, No Team, 27 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 10 10 6 3 0 2.86 85.0 80 36 27 4 12 6 0 BRO
1872 12 12 9 1 0 1.74 103.2 78 28 20 6 23 7 3 BRO
1873 12 12 7 2 0 3.45 94.0 93 48 36 22 14 4 0 BRO
1874 19 19 11 8 0 3.99 153.1 202 86 68 18 30 16 2 BRO
1875 27 27 10 16 0 3.86 223.2 292 122 96 35 45 22 1 NH
1876 20 0 0 1 1 3.79 19.0 22 12 8 7 5 0 0 BOS
Total 100 80 43 31 1 3.38 678.2 767 332 255 92 129 55 6Perfect game 1872 against Washington, but has fallen into a funk the past two years.

Marquis Nicolet, P, No Team, 25 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 10 10 9 0 0 2.63 85.2 71 25 25 5 14 6 2 BOS
1872 11 11 8 2 0 2.22 93.1 86 35 23 5 14 7 1 BOS
1873 14 14 12 0 0 1.38 117.0 96 24 18 12 16 4 0 BOS
1874 19 19 15 3 0 2.48 167.0 146 56 46 15 35 17 1 SLC
1875 28 28 18 7 0 2.23 234.0 226 69 58 30 45 12 2 CHI
1876 8 2 1 2 0 5.63 24.0 29 17 15 5 3 2 0 CHI
Total 90 84 63 14 0 2.31 721.0 654 226 185 72 127 48 6I don't know what his problem was last season; he wasn't hurt and none of the Browns pitchers had the same credentials. He just did not get the call, a great pick up for someone.

Valentin Gauani, P, No Team, 26 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1871 10 10 7 1 0 1.94 83.1 70 21 18 7 14 5 0 BOS
1872 12 12 10 1 0 2.06 100.2 95 32 23 5 17 5 2 BOS
1873 11 7 4 2 0 1.71 58.0 51 18 11 2 14 3 1 BOS
1874 21 21 11 8 0 2.47 182.1 161 67 50 17 20 15 2 BOS
1875 28 28 23 5 0 2.12 255.0 214 72 60 23 49 28 4 BOS
1876 28 28 17 11 0 3.17 246.2 267 110 87 25 42 25 1 BOS
Total 110 106 72 28 0 2.42 926.0 858 320 249 79 156 81 10The Unions won 4 titles, so it is hard to find fault with them--but those races may not have been so close if Tricky got a few more starts. Both Brooklyn and Philadelphia are wooing him.

Jackson Rainey, P, Chicago, 21 yrsYear G GS W L SV ERA IP HA R ER BB K CG SHO Teams
1875 29 29 22 7 0 2.16 270.1 266 98 65 22 62 29 3 CHI
1876 7 7 4 2 0 2.98 57.1 55 22 19 2 6 4 1 (Note: with Louisville of The Commonwealth Association)Pitched the whole 1876 season with a lower level league after an outstanding rookie year. Chicago refused to increase his salary. With the glut of players, may sit out another season; if he comes back, he should be a top-flight pitcher.

[SelzShoes]

Suit was filed by Winfred Siemens in New York State court to block the EL's Buffalo club from playing, thinking the local courts would be willing to assist him in his fight. Betrham Farley and the Empire were more than willing to fight back. The first step for the Empire was arguing the matter should be heard in Federal Court. "The question is not only who has the right to operate a business within the city of Buffalo, but who has the right to decide the issue. If we were dealing with entities contained entirely in the State of New York, then it would be appropriate to leave the matter to the State. But the operation of the Empire League, and the Ontario-New York League for that matter, crosses state and national borders, making it subject to interstate commerce-a subject beyond the jurisdiction of the State of New York," argued League council Abraham Noel. The multitude of suits brought by Winfred Siemens stalled as the issues moved between jurisdictions, helped by the Empire engaging in procedural slowdowns to make if difficult for the ONYL to operate in their hub city. Thus, on a simple matter of the right to operate a club in Buffalo, did a long relationship with the Federal Courts begin for the Empire League.

Siemens begged his fellow owners in the junior loop to contribute monies to the fight against the Empire. Operating on limited budgets, the other ONLY clubs refused to help. McCormick, however, understood the reward if they could win the Battle of Buffalo. Any market the Empire wanted, they could take—with legal precedent as backing.

Publicly, the battle did not look so favorable for the Empire at first. The press in Buffalo leaned towards the ONYL club, many refusing to carry news of the EL, but the Dispatch, Buffalo's leading paper and self-proclaimed "Journal of the North" sided with the Empire. The fact Siemens was publisher of a rival paper factored heavily in their decision.

For the first two weeks of play, attendance was even between the two clubs. Enough for the ONYL club to survive, but not enough for an Empire League team.

And then, Frank Richardson came to town . . .

[SelzShoes]

The idea was simple, take Frank Richardson to a game between Buffalo and Toronto of the ONYL and let him comment about the inferior play through the Dispatch reporter accompanying him. Richardson, who had taken over the Cincinnati club as field manager, was the biggest star in base ball and was more than willing to oblige. He harbored great animosity towards League President McCormick, but understood if the Empire could not show itself the strongest league in the nation the retreat to six clubs would only be the start.

Both Buffalo clubs were drawing an equal numbers, but the battle against the ‘interlopers’ league had trickled to the local press. Several of the Buffalo papers would not even carry mention of the Empire, in favor of Winfred Siemens’ ONYL entry. War was brewing between the EL and a regional league, and it was a war the Empire could not afford to lose. The legal battle would strech well beyond the season; any edge a team could get to push the other out of business was sought. Admission was slashed at both parks; Buffalo would trade for established stars to dum up attendance, but Frank Richardson would fire the killing shot early. This late May afternoon would set in motion events with a long tragic reach.

From “The Base Ball Memories of Cappy”
“I looked out across the diamond and what I saw made me ill. Two --- wearing the uniform of Buffalo with pride. I asked my companion if these were mascots or some sort of support figure, and he casually admitted they were the starting second baseman and right fielder for the Buffalos. Then, perhaps the most degrading thing I have ever seen on the diamond in all my years occurred. One, identified to me as Tarrin Lawrence, crept over to the boxes and began to converse with a white woman. My outrage as an American male began to boil over, and I started to shout at the offensive scene with all the passion I could muster. As if awakened from a deep sleep, the good citizens of Buffalo became aware of the race-mixing before their eyes. I heard a voice saying, “it’s Cappy,” and took great satisfaction my force of personality was enough to show these good people the way back home. It filled me with joy to see the two --- being guided off the field by plainclothesmen as the volleys of fruit and whiskey bottles fell upon their heads.”

The Dispatch had their angle to ruin support for the O-NYL, and they ran with it. For the length of time the Cincinnatis were in Buffalo, the front page was ablaze with sordid, but unproven, stories about the actives of the two Buffalo ONYLs. Siemens saw the press support quickly swing towards the Empire, as he tried to ‘defend’ his action, but only allowed the Dispatch and its newfound allies more ammunition. Siemens simple statement of “I would hire any qualified man, be he Negro, Chinese or Irish,” lead to stories on how he would “put the native white American out of work in favor of the inferior races.” Within a month of Richardson’s bombshell, the ONYL team in Buffalo’s attendance had fell to last in their league, and it was now the ignored team by the legion of press. The Empire League’s Buffalo Eries were now the choice of the “true fan, who values country as much as sport.” The fact the Eries would finish a distant 6th (the ONYL club was a close 3rd in their league) and could trump a more competitive club at the box office firmly establish what the top circuit in base ball was.

By the end of the season, Siemens only hope to stay in business was a favorable ruling in court. To the joy of the Empire, the courts ruled they had every right to conduct business where ever they saw fit. A rival league could not dictate where a club could be located. Lower level leagues held their breath, knowing the Empire was seeking two new cities to move to, and there was nothing they could do to stop them.

[Wolfpack]

That was uplifting. You can almost hear the Imperial March in the background. Empire Strikes Back, indeed.

[SelzShoes]

That was uplifting. You can almost hear the Imperial March in the background. Empire Strikes Back, indeed.
You are the first to get that connection. I wish I had a kwepie doll to give you.

[JeeberD]

Excellent writing and excellent dynasty. Keep up the good work! :)

[SelzShoes]

Despite the personal triumph in Buffalo, it was a very trying season for Richardson. Signed by Cincinnati and given the field captaincy of the defending champion, Cappy was taking over a team just a hair more talented than his last club. “When you win, players ask for more money,” owner Max Von Schriber was found of saying, “it is a fine edge between winning enough to sell out—and not often enough to have to pay top dollar.” As long as Tory Claessens and Rodney Stollings were finishing at the back of the pack, they could stay Kings. The deal was mutual beneficial: Von Schriber had the biggest draw in base ball, and Richardson could extend his appeal and earning opportunities over a larger stretch.

Early in the year, before Brooklyn started their runaway, Richardson did not think a second title was out of reach. He was having a typical Frank Richardson season, hitting for high average and power. But the rest of the line up was not producing. An exhibition game was quickly arranged with Ohio State University players still in Columbus that summer. On a play at third, a freak accident occurred; the young player came in high and spiked Cappy. The wound was deep, but no major veins or arteries were nicked—still there was a lot of blood. A reporter dutifully noted “strong men fainted and wept as women.” When he returned to the line up, he was not the same player.
Weakened by infection, the great star of the diamond hit well under .200 during the hottest months. The power was gone as fever and heat sapped his strength and the average hovered around .240 for the season. “Without Cappy to worry about,” Edwin Huber said, “there was nothing to fear.” Still Richardson would not sit down, “I can not, in good conscience not play while there is still a chance for us to win the pennant, honor will not allow it.”

To compound matters, Richardson’s personal life was in ruins as well. His new bride was not adjusting to life in the Midwest and felt ignored by Cappy obsessive attention to his team. “I’ve not the constitution to be a ballplayer’s wife,” Eloise Richardson wrote her mother that summer. Unable to convince her sick husband to stop playing, she left for New York.

When Cincinnati was finally eliminate, Richardson finally sat down. His once thoroughbred legs had turned to swollen trunks from the infection. Because of that determination, the press forgave him for his all around worst season since the first year of the Empire. The Kings finished in 5th, but only 2 games under .500.

Max Von Schriber was happy; he did not have to offer Cappy a raise.

[SelzShoes]

Thank you for the kind words gentlemen. It was a little intimidating bringing this to a different audience, but I'm intrigued by the mix that you have here. I don't understand the soccer (sue me, I'm American) terms and proceedures, and the Poker mystifies me--but there is some good stuff here. I'm glad my 'excuse' to keep coming back is being enjoyed.

[SelzShoes]

“It is said that Aubrey Faire does two things better than any man: one is play baseball, the other drink,” –common saying among Chicago sporting gentlemen.

At 19, the common crank regarded Aubrey Fraire as a failure. Despite his age, Owner Obie McCormick described him as “the man who’ll lead us to a pennant.” Instead, both he and the Browns took a huge step backwards. Over the first 1/3 of the season, Fraire had only managed 1 hit in 13 at bats. He had become so unsteady on defense; field captain Aron Mousser had nowhere to hide him.

Aubrey then came under the influence of Horacio Pfahlert, the career wins leader. Mousser let the Charmer know the drinking and late night womanizing needed to stop, Pfahlert refused declaring he “was a star and no broken old man will dictate my life. I joined a base ball club, not the ladies auxiliary.” Instead of releasing him, Mousser punished the Charmer by not using him—only 7 appearances and 3 starts in the first ½. Disgruntled, Pfahlert began drinking on the bench and sharing whisky with the young star. The more Mousser tried to separate the two, the more Pfahlert conspired to get the King his drink. The conflict began to weigh on the club as the pitching and hitting became more erratic. Mousser demanded McCormick take action.

Pfahlert was offered to Buffalo in exchange for Valentin Gauani. The Charmer was still a draw, and the Eries needed a star to help in their battle for Buffalo—the move was made. Buffalo also acquired Tory Claessens from Philadelphia in their quest for star power.

The King suddenly found his hitting stroke, batting near .300 for the rest of the season. Staying sober through a game seemed to agree with him.

[SelzShoes]

“It is almost vulgar what Mr. Hamilton has done with this year’s squad. Like a cheap western novel his has hired out men as adherents to his cause. He, of course, rejects the notion there is danger is placing one’s faith at the whim of those who chase ‘greenbacks’ over any type of personal allegiance . . .

“He now owns the most expensive toy in the history of mankind; showcased in a shiny new box on Washington Street. He cares not their fidelity to him or Brooklyn, just they have a price he could meet. If they should fail, I fear the harm to his body and spirit”

--Personal Diary Wm Frederick Adams, Thaddeus Hamilton’s personal secretary

The race started out as a three-team battle between Brooklyn, Boston and Chicago. The amount of talent loading the rosters was impressive, as they all seemed to have followed the ‘picked nine’ strategy Thaddeus Hamilton was so open about with his Brooklyn franchise.

Some stars, like Norman Lent, stayed with their club; comfortable with the role they know they have. Others, like Frank Richardson in Cincinnati, were facing new crowds and new expectations. But Brooklyn had the two most important players signed in the off-season: Rodney Stolling and Marquis Nicolet.

Stollings had been the regular right fielder for Cincinnati since the 1869 tour. Others may have hit the ball better, but none hit it harder. In 1876, adopting the theories of Alton Emch, Stollings exploded setting records in doubles (41), home runs (12), and runs scored (70), leading the Kings to their first title. Emch had advocated the idea of the long hit, Rodney Stollings perfected it. Released by Cincinnati for making too much money, Hamilton offered not only the chance to make the league maximum but to play along side Emch.

Nicolet had been a premier hurler for the first five seasons, but his 1876 season was a lost one. Squabbles with teammates, particularly Horacio Pfahlert, and club officials relegated him to substitute and exhibition work. “If Mr. Nicolet feels he still can contribute to anything other than a muffins squad, he shall do so outside of Chicago,” said Obie McCormick. At 25, he appeared washed up; Nicolet knew better.

Brooklyn had made improvements with their line up, but the pitching was a question mark. Everett Waugh had just turned 21 and Elmo Broenneke was more known for wildness than winning ball games. Nicolet made Hamilton a proposal: $60.00 a win, 20 wins would mean the maximum salary was his. Hamilton bit. By the mid-point, Nicolet was 12-3 and leading the charge to first for the Atlantics.

While the rest of the clubs battled each other to draws, the Atlantic started building a sizeable lead. Five, six, seven, up to eight games on second place. The four middle clubs were packed incredibly tight. The sporting press was glowing in their coverage, “McCormick’s dream of a small, but talented, league, is providing cranks in Empire League cities better base ball than has ever been exhibited in this nation,” wrote the Boston Post. The only thing spoiling was the lack of a tight race; that would change soon.

The Philadelphia squad ran off a 14-game winning streak; which appeared to only separate themselves from the pack, not challenge the Atlantics. Franklin had built a strong rotation with Leghorn Sapp, Chester Jackman and Edwin Huber, and the offense was lead by the superlative hitting of Henry Panell and Flyer Montalvan. When Brooklyn began to slip, the Quakers continued to win. With 11 games left, the two clubs were tied. With 9 left, Philadelphia had the lead. As the Brooklyn crowd clamored for an answer, Thaddeus Hamilton was forced to make a move to not only save the season, but also save his club.

[Wolfpack]

I think you've done a good job story-wise and that's really been the draw for me. If all you're churning out is stats, it's kind of a flat story. People may pop in to see how things are going, but may not comment because, well, there isn't much to comment on.

Oh, and if you think folks here are a little odd for having soccer and poker dynasties (as you've noticed, I'm sure, FOF has long since been relegated to just an occasional thread on a board supposidely dedicated to it), you should hunt up some of the audience participation dynasties that have been done, many of which have absolutely nothing to do with sports at all (do a search on X-Com and you'll get this board at its best, or maybe worst depending on your perspective).

[Buccaneer]

I believe this dynasty is brilliant. Stats-dominated dynasties are boring, imo, so this is very refreshing and quite fascinating. You write very well.

[SelzShoes]

Rube: I'm going to the ball game to-day
Slicker: Care to put some money on the game?
Rube: I don't know . . .
Slicker: I'll even let you take the home team.
Rube: Do you know something I don't?
Slicker: Trust me (pause) I'm from Brooklyn! (Audience laughs)
--Part of old vaudeville routine


Gambling had been a part of sport since the beginning of time. The Empire League was no exception. "At some parks, the Saint Louis biergarten, for example," Scott Arnold recalled, "they'd have a huge chalkboard with current odds-on the game, on the players, everything." Some early owners encouraged the gambler's interest, as it brought people to the park. "People need more than sport, they need entertainment," Petre Goethe said during his time in the league.

But over the seasons, it was not the gambler's influence that attracted attention-it was the influence of other owners. In 1875 charges that Keokuk was throwing games to benefit McCormick's Chicago team were levied in the press. After the Temple/Avery Hartford arrangement was discovered, many writers and EL officials speculated games were thrown to benefit New York and Boston. The Boston Post writing, "as close as all of the races involving our beloved Unions, the possibility of an unfair advantage contributing to victory must be considered."

This is to say nothing of the conspiracy by players to 'throw' games. "A guy would come up to you, not in games that meant anything mind you, and ask if you'd 'lay back' a bit," Damon Hopf would tell in later years, "with what we were paid, you'd sometimes have to supplement your income with some bets on the games. And if a guy had a baby or new wife, or some kind of trouble, you'd do what you could to help him out-knowing he'd do the same for you." As open as the influence of gambling was, as disturbingly accurate the accusations of thrown games were, no action was taken. The owner's had not acknowledged the depth of the infection on the game. Among the players, the mood was changing however.

After the 1876 season, four members of the Atlantics, Alton Emch, Bennie Kafka, Everett Waugh and Clarence Walters, confronted owner Thaddeus Hamilton about the curious play late in the season by three fellow teammates: Pitcher Elmo Broenneke, First Baseman Bennie Zoellner and Right fielder/Field Captain Bryon Mosholder. Hamilton dismissed the idea of a gambler's influence outright, even after the players went public with their charges with a letter to the Brooklyn Sun. At the beginning of the 1877 season, all had returned to the Brooklyn roster.

Bryon Mosholder was a well know figure in baseball, staring for many clubs prior to the formation of the EL. While his skills had eroded, he was respected enough to be made the field captain of the Atlantics in 1876 and declared himself the starting right fielder. With Rodney Stollings joining from Cincinnati, Mosholder was becoming one of the many 'decision only' field captains. Many writers, and executives, questioned how much an influence on the game this new breed of captain could have, Mosholder would discover quickly even without playing the outcome could be determined by a few subtle moves.

As the Atlantics built their lead, to the surprise of no one, the charges by Alton Emch and company were know viewed as "jealous cries with no merit." Tension was growing between the accused and accusers. "Every time I drop a ball, Kafka says I'm tanking," Zoellner would complain to the press, "maybe he's the one tanking games with his lousy throws." When their lead had reached 8 games, it began to fall apart.

Zoellner stopped hitting, especially in situation to bring the man home; Broenneke's wildness became more pronounce and he was failing to keep any lead, and Mosholder's decisions with the line ups became more and more erratic. Bennie Kafka, one of the accusers would barely play in the second half, despite hitting .340 for the season and nearly .500 when he was in action the last half. Stollings sat in two critical games with Philadelphia as Mosholder made key errors in his place. Even to the casual observer, something was not right with the Atlantics.

[SelzShoes]

From the Brooklyn Sun
“Every season there are whispers of late games which do not appear to be entirely on the up and up. And every season a blind eye is cast, as the games have no matter beyond the rooting interest of the involved locales. But this summer, the concern is different as the chase for the pennant is involved. The denials from Thaddeus Hamilton notwithstanding, clearly the Atlantics are a team playing not for a title, but for the coins dropped by some of the city’s less upstanding citizens.”

[SelzShoes]

From the diary of Wm Frederick Adams, personal secretary to Thaddeus Hamilton
“The tension of the long campaign has always drained Mr. Hamilton terribly; more than he really should bear. This summer, I fear, has been the worst yet. The unbridled joy of the Atlantics’ early successes now replaced with despair. Not at the losses, those are accepted as part of the endeavor; but at failing to heed the warnings of those who share his concern and love for this team. Despair that men he entrusted to uphold the ideals and honor of his beloved Brooklyn have betrayed him.

“A man who has made a fortune with risk and daring, finds himself unable to make the most basic decision necessary to advance this club. A decision that would not only admit error, but culpability in the sad sad matter. No matter the outcome, I fear he will be a lost spirit as long as the body remains.”

With the season on the line, two occurrences forced Hamilton to finally address the season spiraling away. The first was Elmo Bronneke, the pitching third of the cabal, going down with an injury. Bryon Mosholder tried to compensate by inserting journeyman Aron Boday into the rotation. To Mosholder, and Brooklyn’s combined surprise, Boday became the Atlantics best starter down the stretch. Desperate, as the Brooklyn syndicate stood to lose upwards of $40,000.00 if the pre-season favorite Atlantics won the Empire, Mosholder was forced to make increasingly erratic decisions as field captain.

The day Philadelphia took the lead; Mosholder had placed Alton Emch, now a valuable substitute hitter whose defensive skills were all but gone, in the starting line up. Emch refused to take the field. “The Silky kid is our best option at third—if you want to win,” Emch told his captain in clear view of the gathered crowd. “You only start me if the outcome of the season has already been decided.” Brooklyn lost with Jonathon Goodstein starting; and Mosholder announced he was to suspend Emch “for the duration.” Hamilton would have none of it.

With 9 games left in the season, Hamilton finally took action against the head of the conspiracy. Regretting not listening to Emch’s warning of the year before, Thaddeus Hamilton felt he could right a terrible wrong. Mosholder was stripped of his captaincy and released from the roster. Alton Emch, the man who had sounded the warning, was appointed field captain. “I don’t know if we can win this,” Hamilton told Emch, “but with you in charge, we at least have a chance.”

Before his first game, Emch confronted First Baseman Bennie Zoellner, “your blood money has been cut off; play honest and you may still have a career.” With four games left in the season, Philadelphia was up by 2 games and the season seemed over. To have a chance, Brooklyn needed to win out and the Quakers needed to split. To the amazement of everyone that is exactly what happened.

To settle the issue, President James McCormick announced a single game would be played to determine the League Champion. On the basis of a coin flip, Brooklyn would host. The largest crowd in the history of base ball descended on Washington Street Park for the biggest game the League had known to date.

[SelzShoes]

From the Brooklyn Sun
A summer of whisper and slander came to an end this August afternoon. Brooklyn’s finest were well represented, doing their best to calm the nearly 15,000 that had gathered for this most historic of games. The Fire Marshall had declared the park beyond capacity at 11 am, but the multitude continued to force their way in. By the time 1 pm came around, there was not a spot out of play uncovered with a man. Hastily, rope barriers were erected allowing the players the narrowest of paths to and from the field of play and hopefully blocking interference from the cranks.

Tension around the park was tight as a drum; on one dare mention what was on everyman’s mind. When a soul in the stands reportedly speculated on the odds of the game, a set of plainclothesmen was required to pull him to safety. More than one crank could be heard to say, “I care not who wins, so long as the game is honest.”

No amount of excitement could erase the unease. A loss would confirm the fear of all lovers of sport; a win would only leave unanswered questions. The crowd buzzed uncertain whether to cheer or hiss.

The choices for starters puzzled most of the casual followers of the game, but not those who had been paying attention all year long. Instead of 20 game winner Marquis Nicolet, the Atlantics designated Aron Boday to carry the standard. Boday, who had been a less than valued substitute prior to the home stretch had proven himself the steadiest when games mattered most. The choice of Philadelphia to go with Chester Jackman was made for the same reason: his has been the best ‘stuff’ in the pressure of late.

Boday had no problems with the visitors in the first, but Bennie Zoellner did with some of the crowd. Taking throws from Killpatrick and Worsham for base outs, the alleged conspirator had silver dollars thrown at his feet with each grab. “How much do you desire to play well for Brooklyn,” the question rained on him. Brooklyn’s Finest removed the culprits and announced more intrusions would result in forfeit, much to the surprise of both umpires. Alton Emch, via megaphone, pleaded for calm from inside of a crucible no other leader of a ball club has every experienced.

While owner Thaddeus Hamilton and chief constable McGrevey discussed the wisdom of removing the first baseman from the park “for his safety,” Silky Goodstein was able to distract the masses. With 2 out, and 2 on, the third baseman, who Emch and the accusers had called too green a summer ago, lashed a resounding double plating both runners. A collective exhale of held breath left the park, only to be replaced with the loudest cheers ever heard in Brooklyn. As far as the cranks, and destiny, were concerned the matter had been settled. Jackman and the Quakers were only to serve as footnotes to history.

Every time the Brooklyns placed a man on second, the sheer force of will by the vocal crowd seemed to make the Atlantics succeed. As the lead slowly extended, the visitors were clearly rattled by the cacophony, proving a step slow at every turn. Still they could console themselves the game was not yet out of reach—until the 8th.

After plating 6 runs in the eighth, the score was 12-0 for the home club.
Despite three ninth inning doubles that tallied 4, the Quakers gave in to fate. When the final out was made, the rush of men surrounded their heroes, carrying them as caliphs of old.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 R H E
Philadelphia 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 4 4 10 1
Brooklyn 2 0 0 0 0 1 3 6 X 12 17 0

[fantastic flying froggies]

Yeah, go Atlantics!

Now, get rid of the cheating low-lives!

[SelzShoes]

Yeah, go Atlantics!

Now, get rid of the cheating low-lives!
Given that it took IRL until the Black Sox tested the "faith of 50 million people," as Fitzgerald so poetically put it, to push baseball to make the final push to clean out the gamblers (Carpenter and Rose being the most notable exceptions): this is only the opening volley in a long war.

I also want to thank whoever gave me that star rating. It is never easy being 'the new kid' and you have all made me feel very welcome. I know I don't feel like I have the 'cred' to comment much in other threads, but I want you to know I am enjoying my time here.

[fantastic flying froggies]

I'm one of the people who gave the 5*, and they are well deserved IMO.
This dynasty ranks high up there with my all-time favorites that are Godzilla's Notre Dame and X-Com, Kodos's Gatesville and AE's Walk-on QB.

Now, I just hope yours goes on a long time as I truly enjoy reading it.

And now, enough praise for today. Go back to writing! :)

[SelzShoes]

Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Brooklyn 55 36 .604 - 27-19 28-17 4-1 15- 8
Philadelphia 54 37 .593 1.0 27-18 27-19 3-2 16-11
Boston 44 46 .489 10.5 22-23 22-23 4-2 12-15
Chicago 44 46 .489 10.5 25-20 19-26 3-7 10-14
Cincinnati 44 46 .489 10.5 27-19 17-27 2-2 18-13
Buffalo 30 60 .333 24.5 18-26 12-34 1-3 8-18
The official league awards were to be handed out at the “play off” game, but the crowd made that impossible. Instead President McCormick held a hastily arranged dinner to give out the honors.

Darryl Weisenburger of Chicago wins his second batting title with a .406 average; he also set a record for hits in a season with 142. Rodney Stollings of Brooklyn lead the league in runs with 67 and long hits with 56 (18 more than runner up Steve Arnold of Boston). His record setting 43 doubles contributing to both totals. Many writers would acclaim Stollings “Batsman of the year”. Steve Alves of Chicago lead the league with 21 extra bases his 4th title. That Chicago could finish so far back with two top performers calls into question the acumen of Obie McCormick.

All was not gloom for the Quakers, as Leghorn Sapp was given the award for lowest responsible runs allowed at 2.76. Marquis Nicolet of Brooklyn earned the maximum by winning 20 games and hurling 260.1 innings. Edgar Fahey of Cincinnati struck out 55 batters to lead the league in that category.

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Letter from Thaddeus Hamilton to James McCormick
Mr. McCormick,
I wish to applaude your decision to expel the rouges who would have destroyed the Brooklyns’ season. However, I write to you, not to praise, but seeking council. Whatever my personal feelings toward you, I understand you actions have always been to the benefit of the Empire as a whole, and not for short term personal gain.

In the wake of the unfortunate events of the past summer, William Temple has taken to the bully pulpit to advocate advancement of another league founded on his ideals of ‘true sport,’ alleging the dishonesty of the championship season is reflective of the men running the Empire. He has used he connections and friendships in the Manhattan newspapers to assail your character and mine. This would not bother me, except for the fact I was warned about these characters at the end of last summer, and did nothing to avert disaster. I even kept this unholy trio under my employment until it was very nearly too late. With Brooklyn being our sole representative in the New York area, would it be in the best interest of the league for me to sell my interest?

I felt the Brooklyn club would be a way to showcase the best aspects of my beloved city; instead I find it is becoming the fodder for vulgar comedians and bawdy house acts. Even with the three villains expelled, I fear our club can not separate from the lingering stench they have left.

I have taken no joy in my club’s victory. I only desire what is best for my city and team, even if that means releasing my interest in the Atlantics.
Yours,
Thaddeus Hamilton

{Just a note--a couple more post and this board will be 'current' with what I am posting over at OOTP. I've already started the 1878 season over there.}

[SelzShoes]

From Manhattan Monthly Magazine
How I Would Clean Up Base Ball
By William Temple

In the wake of the great scandal tainting our national game, may men have speculated what can be done to set the game honest again. While James McCormick should be praised for expunging the players who so openly blighted the game, more action is needed if the sporting fan is to have faith in what he sees. I have a simple 5-point plan to do just that:

1. Dissolve the Empire. The League is founded on the idea of profits over integrity. As the salary of players has risen, so has their thirst for wealth—be it honest or dishonest. A new league found on the ideals of ‘true sport’ would benefit the player and crank more than we realize.

2. Shorten the season. As the number of games increases, the likelihood a player can fall under the temptation of the gambler increases. With so many meaningless games, a player can be convinced to ‘lie down’ occasionally, not seeing the long-term damage he is doing to the sport. Once addicted to the gambler’s cash, the player can be swayed to sacrifice a whole season, a whole career, all to profit some bookmaker from the less desirable sections of the city.

3. League approval of umpires. If the arbiters in charge of the game were under the employ of the league and not hired by the local teams we could do more to assure an honest game than anything. Having truly neutral umpires, another honest set of eyes, ones free of local influence, could be vigilant for any signs of dishonest play.

4. Raise the admission. The 25¢ admission only invites the low born into the park. These sorts are the kind who finds their recreation in the gambler and barkeep. By limiting attendance to only those who appreciate the subtle joy of sport, the honesty of competition can be assured.

5. Appoint an independent commission to govern the game. A council of owners and a single figurehead has run the Empire. Neither had been able to function effectively as they are looking out for their own interest and not the game’s. With a commission ruling on the subjects of interest, this group of men could keep the game on the clean path.

The summer in Brooklyn has been an eye-opening experience for all those who love base ball. We can either take McCormick at his word that the problem has been eradicated, or we can take action. Without the involvement of men such as myself, who value honesty and integrity more than anything, the sport of base ball will be drug further into corruption.

[SelzShoes]

Aside from expelling Zoellner, Bronneke and Mosholder for “an indefinite period,” James McCormick, much to his relief, did not have a very eventful off season. The minimum salary was raised to $600.00 to “help ward off the influence of money men seeking to control the outcome of the game.” He also encourages teams to reserve more players between seasons, “if a player is assured of employment, he is less likely to take dirty money.”

In the wake of the Brooklyn scandal, it becomes difficult to secure investors for two new clubs. The abundance of talent not getting playing time convinced the President McCormick two more clubs were needed. “Men who don’t play, don’t get paid—then they seed new leagues and bankrupt us.” The Empire settles for placing teams in Milwaukee and Indianapolis. Neither are seen as long term solutions, but adequate grounds in the most desired “western” cities (Saint Louis and Louisville most notably) are leased through the 1878 campaign. While the Empire had proven in Buffalo they could force out a lesser league, they did not want to fight that battle again so soon.

From the Buffalo News
ONYL Ceases Operation
Citing the losses from losing the Buffalo club, the backers of the Ontario New York League announced the circuit was dissolving. “Without the Buffalo franchise, there is little financial incentive to keep our arrangement alive,” said Toronto investor Trevor McGillpatrick. Mr. McGillpatrick noted most of the clubs intended to play elsewhere the upcoming summer.

[SelzShoes]

From the personal diary of Wm Frederick Adams
It is now the third day Mr. Hamilton refuses nourishment. Every morn, he awakes, his eyes crusted with sleep, and asks the same question: “Did my Brooklyns win to-day?” A moment passes, and he reminds himself it is winter and begins to sob. The guilt of the past summer has preyed on him, slowly draining his life as a spider does a fly—a living death. He blames no one but himself for the near tragic end to the season; though I try to convince him ideals are often circumvented by base men willing to exploit them.

I find myself becoming more and more consumed with the running of his ball club than I do my everyday task. Instead of getting financial papers in order for his clients, I am forced to struggle with the topic of whether Jon Goodstein is a $700 player or a $750 player. Does Alton Emch, deserve only $600 for his limited action, or does he rate $1200 since his captaincy lead Brooklyn to victory? If only they were all as easy as Stollings and Nicolet to rank.

Also tiring are the seemingly never-ending banquets, listening to the same speeches delivered by different men. All of them, asking me the chances of Brooklyn repeating. I manage a weak smile and speak glowingly of the men whose names I remember. I worry not of Brooklyn’s chances, but of Mr. Hamilton’s. I have attended these functions before when his health did not allow—but it was not his health preventing attendance for the early meetings and banquets, only his will. And over the past weeks, his body has finally caught up with his mind. The doctors say it is nothing some soup and exercise will not cure, but I know better. He needs to see his club back on the pitch, playing an honest game. The championship he longed for has left a bitter taste; I pray the decisions I’ve made will deliver one which is sweet.

[SelzShoes]

From the Philadelphia Almanac
"While the hue and cry from Brooklyn over their three pronged cabal drowned out any other discussion on the Great American Game late last championship season, there were whisperings among the more dedicated to the sport in our own environs concerning the same topic. While it is assumed the leadership of Alton Emch, now captaining the fledgling Indianapolises, turned the Brooklyns into a champion, those in the know feel another reason contributed to the Atlantics championship: the gambler’s influence on our own club.

"Needing a victory over the lowly Buffalos to assure our first title in the Empire, the Philadelphias allowed a vastly inferior club to overcome them. In the play-off with Brooklyn, the decision to go with Jackman puzzled many long time cranks, his pitiful performance in such a important contest, along with field captain Panell‘s refusal to bring a substitute into the box until it was too late, did not sit well with those who treasure ‘inside’ baseball.

"But fret not followers of ball; the Quakers have imported the greatest man to ever tread afield: Frank Richardson. Any player who values the gambler’s coin more than victory can expect a sound whipping at the hands of this most American of men. Sickness and longing for the East contributed to a down year; but like business since the panic, a rebound is very likely. A single game was the difference between a title and anonymity, Richardson will earn that game and more on his own."

After a horrible season personally and professionally, Frank Richardson moved back east to the runner up Philadelphia Quakers. Richardson, while a fan favorite, was becoming just as well known for his combative nature on and off the field. In Cincinnati, it was a fight with King owner Von Schreiber over the Avenue Grounds that lead to his release. “The park was built in such a way it was almost impossible to pick up all but the slowest deliveries,” Richardson would write in his memoirs. “Some say my infection made for my junior numbers, but the park was just as responsible as that buckeye kid’s slide.”

Von Schreiber insisted there was nothing amiss in the park, pointing to Rodney Stolling’s impressive 1876 season, but Richardson would hear none of it. Faced with a battle with Richardson, still the top draw in the game, or rebuilding his park to meet the star’s specification, Von Schreiber decided to release the player. “Richardson did not justify his salary, and took the coward’s way by blaming the park. It is well known the field has no effect on performance, only the drive in the man.” Outraged, the Royal Council, the unofficial-official booster club of the Kings since the barnstorming days, announced they would “refuse to attend any games until the club dedicated themselves to winning,” and encouraged all “lovers of the game” to do the same. Von Schreiber, seeing a fortune slipping away, tried to resign the star, but he was too late. Faced with a shrinking fan base, Von Schreiber announced if the Kings did not win the title in 1878, he would sell the team, since, “all the common crank is interested in is winning, not crack base ball.”

[SelzShoes]

A letter from William Temple to Frank Richardson
Mr. Richardson,

I am so glad to see you back east where your skills and talents are better appreciated. Those Westerners can not recognize the subtleties of the game as we do on the coast.

As you are a busy man, I shall get straight to the matter. I am putting together a group of men to form a league free of the chicanery and deceit as McCormick has fostered in the Empire. While our league salary will be well below what you are currently making with the Philadelphias; I will offer you a personal services contract assuring you be paid the highest value in any league known to man.

While I feel the concern I am organizing can stand very well on its own, the credibility we gain by having a gentleman of your magnitude is incalculable. The press, players and populace will no doubt follow you from the Empire to our organization. The opportunity to again play for New York will put your talents on the biggest stage the world has to offer.

The Brooklyn conspiracy has shown it is time for new blood. Please contact me at the conclusion of the season to inform me of your attitude.

Yours truly,
William Temple

[SelzShoes]

From the Brooklyn Sun
Grand Opening Day in Brooklyn
Champion’s Trophy Unveiled for Public
Hamilton Conspicuously Absent
The grandest opening day in the history of Brooklyn Base Ball occurred yesterday at the Washington Street grounds. With the pomp worthy of a gubernatorial campaign stop, the Atlantics reserved no expense in honoring their first championship. While owner and architect of the success, Thaddeus Hamilton, was absent due to illness, a who’s who of the elites of Brooklyn, and some from Manhattan as well, were in attendance.

After a brass band concert and numerous speeches, the trophy was revealed to the masses. The ornate loving cup, not seen in these locales since 1874, sparkled in the early afternoon sun. W. F. Adams, Mr. Hamilton’s representative at the festivities, announced the cup would be place on display next to the field boxes, where even the weeist of krank could proudly see engraved on the role of victors: Brooklyn, 1877.

Rodney Stollings, the people’s champion, hoisted the cup high and carried it towards the case where it shall rest all summer. The crowd, nearly as large as the throng for last season’s play off, gave wide berth to the hard hitting outfielder. All wanting to touch the physical manifestation of the dream too soon ended, but daring not to interfere with the labor of our own Hercules. As Stollings gently laid our treasure into the case, the crowd, suits and kneepants alike, huddled around. The breath of a thousand men steaming the spoils out of sight.

When the moundsman Marquis Nicolet readied the first pitch of the home schedule, fully one-quarter of the gathered were still clamoring to view the case and its contents. In the instant the orb left Nicolet’s hand and reached Gray behind the plate, there was no doubt who was the best in the land. And there was no doubt in the minds of the multitude that would be so for the season to come.

To sweeten the matter, the visitors from Chicago allowed our men to score at will at the beginning. When the dust had settled, the Chicagos were unbeaten no more, and Brooklyn had its rightful place at the top of the standings.

[SelzShoes]

Beginning in 1875 a series staring Frank Richardson was published in magazines and newspapers across the county. The hero, a college going youth of sober body and spirit, really only shared the name with the real Frank Richardson. But the writer of these tales, which always carried a valuable moral lesson for the children, knew they would sell better if the stories stared the most popular player in the country. Frank Richardson knew making children fans of not just base ball, but him personally, would be good for his pocketbook.

The series became incredibly popular during it nearly 10 year run. Young boys across the country would carefully remove the pages (with parents permission of course) and collect them in crude homemade bindings—creating covers with the image of their hero. The most popular of the series eventually were sold as professionally bound editions for a dime, complete with illustrations. The series started in 1877 was oddly prophetic.

From Chapter 17
The Swarthy hoods held Cappy back. “If he refuses our money to throw the game, we’ll keep him here until the game is over,” the Boss cowed.

“Blackguard,” Cappy struggled to free himself from the dark grasp of his captors. The championship game was less than an hour away and without Cappy, victory was not assured. The more the hero of the diamond struggled, the tighter the grips became. “This will not stand villain. I shall lead my team to glory.”

“In that case, ply him with dark rum! Even if he gets away, he will be in no condition to play!”

“Never,” shouted the most gallant of men. He broke away and lit towards the door, only to be felled by a cowardly blow from behind. The hoods pulled his head back and begun to force the brown liquid sin into his mouth. But Cappy refused to swallow the poison, spitting it defiantly onto the floor. Bested in their evil machinations, the fiends knocked his head with a blackjack and bound his hands. They then tossed Cappy into a corner of the dank basement.

The Boss laughed as evil men do in these situations. “In three-quarters an hour, we can begin to count our money. . ."

Bound and beaten, Cappy needed his superior intellect to devise an escape. Slipping his bonds over his spikes, the skilled batsman sawed quickly through the ropes. The gamblers, confident of victory paid no mind to his action, preferring count their tainted coin and speak of loose women.

The rope broke, and Cappy was free. He calculated the distance from his corner to the door. “It will be easier than taking an extra base,” he thought to himself. Waiting until the villains’ backs were turned, Cappy suddenly sprinted to the door. Caught unaware, the small-minded criminals watched slack-jawed as their booty made for freedom. When finally they arose from their chairs, it was too late; the hero had left the building and made his way to freedom. . .

Stopping a hack, Cappy made way to the ball field to play. The driver, recognizing Cappy from his portrait in the Sporting Pages, agreed not to spare the horse, and get our hero to the big game. “I’da been a-wantin’ to see the game, but feered my rounds would prevent it.”

“Get me there before the first pitch, and you good sir, shall sit on the bench with me!”

The nag rode the cobblestone as if a fine stallion. Even God’s creatures were desirous of defeating the dark syndicate trying to influence the championship. The pedestrians jumped out of the way of the blazing hack. At first they began to curse the driver, but seeing Cappy in the back, they tossed their hats in the air and bid him “Godspeed.”

Seeing the black cab of the gamblers in pursuit, the good people started to litter the way, slowing the hoods progress. When the milk and bakery carts blocked the villains from further chase, Cappy saluted the citizens who help him. “Fear not good people, I shall thank you all with victory!”
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There had been rumors gamblers had effected the end of Philadelphia’s season as much as they had affected Brooklyn’s entire year. Frank Richardson would have none of that, “I have no use for a man who gives less of himself than everything on the pitch.” Given wide control of the club, Richardson began to cut players with little regard for their numbers or public opinion. “With the common crank reads I have let Pannell leave for Brooklyn, they will only see champion’s average and runs. I see a traitor’s heart and soul.” First baseman Baptist Woodard and pitcher Boris Seekill found a new home in Cincinnati, and centerfielder Ted Revard in Boston as Cappy cleaned up the roster.
But while the club was honest, the were unable to perform as hoped; falling into last place early in the season. Frank was doing his part, apparently rebounding from his down year in Cincinnati. But the youthful trio of “Smiling” Charley Tweed, Leghorn Sapp and Chester Jackman were a combined 0-15 a full quarter into the season.

“We may lose, but we lose honestly and with honor,” Cappy told the Philadelphia Almanac “I desire victory, but the man who lays down a hard earned coin, deserves to know everyman on the field in giving his all. Last year, despite what the totals tell you, this was not the case.”

With Brooklyn, Chicago and Cincinnati battling for the lead, 1877 felt a long time ago in the City of Brotherly Love.

[SelzShoes]

This is now 'current' with what I'm posting over at the OOTP site. Updates should be fairly regular, but not with the volume you have become used to.

[SelzShoes]

From the New York World
End of the Empire?
Followers of Ball Set to Rejoice
As indicated in these pages over the past several season, the end of the hated Empire League is upon the horizon. In an exclusive to our paper, William Temple has confided the financial health and contentment among the players is at an all-time low.
“More and more hurlers are expressing discontent with lack of use,” Temple has told us. “Even with successful clubs, they can not find enough innings for these men to play. I was always an advocate of adding clubs as talent demanded, there are enough crack players to support an additional eight to ten clubs.”
But dissatisfaction with playing time is not the only indicator of a league on the brink of ruin. The Buffalo club, despite a lengthy battle to rid the city of a lesser league, has not shown the attendance to justify the outrageous salaries demanded by the Empire. “No man who earns his keep on the pitch is worth $1,200.00 a summer. In due course, some man will require $1,500.00 or even $2,000.00 to ply his trade. Such extravagance will destroy the integrity of the game!”
Temple also cites the mishap creating the Detroits, who started play this season, as evidence of the financial instability of the Empire. The league had approved investors from Milwaukee, but when the grounds promised could not be secured, the Empire shifted the club to Detroit. “This type of disregard to the local crank damages the league every day.”
“The City of New York has survived quite nicely with a multitude of gentleman’s leagues and amateur play,” Temple continued. “While some would claim a professional league would flourish with a Manhattan representative, I believe the follower of ball cares not if the men afield are paid for their time; only they are providing the crack play everyman desires to see.”
When asked if he plans a return to the public eye as champion of “true sport,” this defender of all that is good in the game was very direct. “I have been in conversation with enthusiast all over the East Coast, and some minor cities back west who McCormick and his gambler friends have ignored. We fully intend to start play next summer and show how gentlemen would run a league.”

[Izulde]

I really hope Brooklyn wins another championship... Thaddeus Hamilton is easily my favourite character in this epic dynasty.

[SelzShoes]

From the Chicago Eagle
Standing in the box for our Chicagos was young Kenneth Crow, yet another Brownie who barely has his whiskers. But unlike the touted Aubrey Fairie, this child has performed at a level befitting a top fight ballplayer. While many men take to the field with a belief in their own abilities, Crow has a confidence in his teammates unmatched. If he allows two opponents to score, he has full faith the Chicago batsmen will push home three to win the game; more often that not, they do.

An odd figure on the field of play. Whereas most of the players’ after game activities involve a shot and a beer with the blood splatter workingmen from the slaughterhouses, Crow is just as likely to be seen at the theater—and not the bawdy house variety so popular among the lower classes. In a profession where the daily uniform is the closest to a suit these men own, Crow can be seen along the lakefront in full formal dress. He dines at the finest tables and is a favored guest at respected gentlemen’s clubs in the downtown area. No chaw or whiskey for him, but brandy and cigars.

Originally slated to take to the pitch for the University of Chicago, Obie McCormick got wind of his talent and was able to woo him to the professionals before his first semester at university. So outraged was the esteemed palace of learning, they considered revoking his enrollment and forcing him to Northwestern. The young man, who fancies a career in law, can discourse with skill concerning the ancient philosophers or the impact of the Franco-Prussian conflict on current European successions. He is yet another jewel for the City of Chicago, both on and off the field of play.

[SelzShoes]

“Mr. Richardson, do sit down,” Zachariah Franklin had the habit of confusing a condescending tone with collegiate one when speaking with the help. “I trust everything is well?”

“No,” with game time in less than two hours, the field captain of the Philadelphia Quakers had no time for false civility or empty conversation. Frank Richardson was concerned with teaching Blaze the difference between a pitch to hit and the ones the second baseman had been dribbling to infielders.

“Yes, the whole losing thing. But we knew that was likely when I signed you on. It was important to clear those sort of men off the squad, even if they did almost rank first last season.”

Richardson nodded; those sorts of men had made gamblers rich men while the sporting world’s attention had been focused on Brooklyn. And now those sorts of men were beating his club regularly, not having to hold back to ‘throw’ games—not until attention had been diverted to another false scandal.

“Your reputation allowed us to clear the table, make these moves a lesser man would have been tarred and feather for. Even now I get letters from disaffected cranks lamenting the release of Pannell and informing me of his latest three hit performance for the Atlantics.”

“I know, I was there for the last,” Cappy coolly replied. As with Cincinnati the season past, he was saddled with a gutted team. And while his own personal performance was improved, the failures of his mates wore on him. “Young hurlers have not the maturity to place the ball consistently, and old batsmen fail more often than not.”

Franklin wandered to the window; the weight of the unspoken topic put him ill at ease. “I have been made an offer for your services.”

The great hero of the diamond felt a spark of life unknown since his 1874 champion. “Cincinnati again, or am I to go Brooklyn?” he asked referring to two of the top three clubs.

“Neither,” Franklin nervously caressed the muslin around the curtains. His tongue feeling as if he had just drank salt water. “Chicago,” he finally muttered.

There are times when silence is comforting. The unspoken communication allowing formerly tense friends a moment to settle their thoughts and understand what is really important. This however was an angry silence. An almost aggressive silence. Franklin stepped away from the window, vainly hoping the heat he felt was from the June sun bearing through the panes.

“I shall not report.”

“The matter is done; you will report to Chicago they now own your contract.”

“I am not some --- who can be bought and sold as so much chattel. I have suffered with this club trying to make it an honest team, and you would dash me off to, to, that man’s club with no regards for my feelings? I entered an agreement with you that as a gentleman I though you would have the courage to adhere to.” Cappy, without a thought had backed the owner into a corner both physically and logically.

“You must understand, they have batsmen to spare, you are worth three men to them.”

“I shall not report.”

“Our attendance has fallen, we must win some games or we shall lose the team—please understand me . . .”

“If you consummate the deal, I shall sign with Temple next summer.”

Franklin shifted himself out of the corner, and made his way to his desk. If a man could slump while still standing, Franklin had achieved the effect. “We can’t have that,” he whispered to the air. The moment moved slowly. “What shall it take to keep you in the Empire?”

Silence followed Cappy out of the room.

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From the diary of Wm Frederick Adams

Mr. Hamilton is in such a state over his base ballers. If the disappointment of last year sickened him, the tension of this one wears him even more. All of those who declare themselves baseballologist, state no group of men has been more talented at the bat than this years’ Atlantics. The triumvative of Stollings, Pannell and Wilson all reaching base by hit over 40% of the time. And watching the men circle the bases with a frequency unmatched by any squad since the pre-secession days.

But while his club rains hits upon the weary fielders, the Chicagos slowly and steadily grind their way to victory after victory. The men who would be stars do not perform, and the performers are not stars. We can not shake them as one can not lose his own shadow. As the race remains tight, the questions from the past season return to the surface. Pannell, while a solid hitter, had an air of uncertainty follow him from Philadelphia. He told us the stories were untrue—but that is just what a cheat would tell one. The moment Brooklyn shows any vulnerability, the vultures will return. Mr. Hamilton can not bear another close race. He returns from Washington Park all smiles, and when the wire reports another Chicago triumph, he sinks back into a sullen mood.

Tomorrow McCormick’s squad will be here for a set of matches. If we are to break this deadlock, it must begin now. I only wish an untainted championship for Mr. Hamilton.

[Tellistto]

Excellent work, as always. I'm very much enjoying the read as the updates come in. Cappy out of the league perhaps now, the rivalry builds between the various parties.


Tell

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From the Philadelphia Almanac

Given our Quakers were one win away from the first base ball title since the pre-Empire days, the disaffection with this year’s squad was understandable. For half a year, no club scored fewer times, allowed more runs or won less than our crimson clad warriors. Blame was assigned to any and every corner imaginable; from owner Zechariah Franklin, who allowed the best players to leave the city; to Cappy Richardson, who has shown while he controls the bat he may not be able to control men; to the new park, where the lines where built to Cappy’s specification and not anyone else’s.

But an odd thing occurred while our squad settled into the cellar, a full 20 games behind the tussling Chicagos and Brooklyns and the rumors of Richardson’s flight to a different city became daily fodder for even casual fans: Cappy made these boys into winners.

Saddled with a 16 win, 32 loss season, Cappy used his superior base ball intellect to finish the year with an astounding 50 wins and a third place finish. And it is a puzzle to even the most knowledged of the game to understand how they won. Six clubs crossed home more times and four prevented the opposition from scoring more runs. The only edge our club had was a field captain whose desire to win surpasses all.

The crowds, which had dwindled to half the size as during last year’s glorious run, by the end of play surpassed any seen in our city—and rivaled the throngs seen in Chicago and Brooklyn. Cranks who months ago would have bartered Cappy for a Muffin hurler now shouted his name as a hero again. He was no longer Cappy, he was “our Cappy.”

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Letter from James McCormick to Empire League Owners

Gentlemen,
With our old friend William Temple making noises about starting a league to rival our beloved Empire, it would be in our collective interest to take steps to assure a quick and painful death to his endeavor.

Beginning with the next championship season, the maximum salary will be raised to $1,500.00. Knowing Temple, the salaries in his league will mirror the first season of the Empire. We may loose a few junior players unsatisfied with playing time, but quality will stay where the opportunity to further their income exist. I feel if we take steps to retain our best batsmen and hurlers, the public will have little interest in Temple’s folly.

I have been given notice Temple has made inquires to several players concerning their interest in playing for his league. Frank Richardson, Rodney Stollings and Marquis Nicolet are among our crackist players he has contacted. It is in our best interest for their owners to exercise their option to reserve these players as quickly as possible. A player under contract is obligated to play for the Empire, and not in whatever circuit Temple can cobble together.

Temple’s league is not a threat to our investment. If we take the steps necessary to keep the best talent from crossing leagues, he shall find a very expensive failure on his hands.

Yours truly,
James McCormick, President

[Wolfpack]

It'll be interesting to see where Temple will set up shop. Obviously, he'll put up his own nine in Manhattan. Will he go in direct competition against the EL in certain cities? Would Boston defect to rejoin their partners-in-crime in NY? I could picture a second NY team in Queens to put the pinch to the Brooklyn franchise as a "reward" for their recent behavior.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Maybe another team in Chicago as direct competition to McCormick as well?

Also, don't forget since the New York / Ontario League has disbanded, a couple of Canadian cities could make sense...

[SelzShoes]

Interesting speculation, however: The Boston owner who conspired with Temple sold the club to a different man when Temple was expelled. And, while the idea of moving into Canada in this period is tempting, we're still in a period where the lords of the game are trying to establish the American nature of the game. Toronto and Montreal will have to settle for high level 'minors' at this time. And, no offense to our Northern neighbors, I'm more comfortable using American cities in a period of base ball history I'm a little fuzzy on myownself.

Still, Temple has a plan. . .

[SelzShoes]

From the Chicago Eagle
When the two best clubs are compared, our Browns and the champion Brooklyns, the differences in style are stark. The Brooklyns appeal to the vulgar crank by attempting to outscore the opposition with little regard to what the East used to refer to as ‘inside base ball’. A tally of 8 or 9 a game is not unusual for this crew of batsman. Expecting such production on a daily basis, the Atlantics are unsurprisingly lax when it comes to catching the ball or making the toss towards home.
Our Brownies however excel in the type of ball that creates champions. While not as impressive as the Brooklyns with the bat, our boys can handle the stick better than any other squad in the land. Patrolling the field no club is better at turning the sure hit into an out. And the hurlers are beyond compare.
Yes, when the ledger is balanced, the crank who values the thinking man’s game will cast his lot with Chicago.

At the halfway point of the season two things were becoming clear: Brooklyn had put together possibly the greatest hitting club in league history and Chicago had put together possibly the best pitching club in league history.

The Browns were no slouches with the lumber either, but at the midpoint had scored 70 fewer runs than the Atlantics. Stollings, who held the record for doubles with 43 already had 30. The leader board show Brooklyn dominating in every respect: 3 Atlantics hitting over .411, 3 Atlantics with at least 40 runs scored, and so in any category that mattered.

Chicago’s pitching was the opposite; not one man, save Cherokee Kinan was putting up elite numbers across the board—but the club totals were just as dominating. Fewest runs, walks and hits allowed, coupled with the most batters struck kept them in every game.

When Brooklyn begun the second half sweeping the Browns, Obie McCormick sprung into action. The first attempt to improve the club, acquireing Frank Richardson, failed when Richardson refused to report. Rather than try to force Richardson to come to Chicago, a process that could have eaten up precious weeks, McCormick turned towards Buffalo.

The Eries had fallen on hard times in their second season. The excitement of the Empire had worn off and the drawing power of a below average club out of the race at midseason held little appeal. Holding two solid players making the league maximum, secondbaseman Raymond Flake and leftfielder Guy McGurk, who fit just what the Browns needed the chance for a swap was seized. The younger and cheaper Arnold Woody and Kurt Witty went to Buffalo in what the papers labeled a ‘challenge’ trade, since the clubs swapped starters at both positions. Instead of sparking a charge to first, the pitching suddenly gave way and set in motion a 9 game losing streak. During the same period, the Atlantics went 8-1. The race was effectively over.

But drama still remained. Just as the Atlantics were ready to pull away, Clarence Walters, one of the players who had been over .400 for most of the year suffered a major leg injury. And the nightmare began again for the Atlantics. Slowly but surely the lead began to shrink. With seven games to go, the Atlantics only had a 3 game lead. With the season on the line, and the common crank wondering if gamblers had reached Pannell as they had allegedly done in Philadelphia, the Brooklyns won 6 of their remaining games. The Browns could only counter with two.

The difference had been the nine game losing streak. Brooklyn went from tied, to 8 games ahead. Thaddeus Hamilton had his untainted championship.

[Izulde]

Thaddeus Hamilton had his untainted championship.

Hooray!!!!!!!!

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Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Brooklyn 64 34 .653 - 29-20 35-14 4-2 18- 9
Chicago 57 41 .582 7.0 32-17 25-24 6-3 18-16
Boston 50 48 .510 14.0 28-21 22-27 3-2 18-18
Philadelphia 50 48 .510 14.0 29-20 21-28 3-2 23-11
Indianapolis 49 49 .500 15.0 32-17 17-32 6-6 14-22
Buffalo 44 54 .449 20.0 24-25 20-29 4-4 19-18
Detroit 41 57 .418 23.0 22-27 19-30 5-7 11-17
Cincinnati 37 61 .378 27.0 19-30 18-31 3-8 10-20


Rodney Stollings continued to grow into one of the greatest hitters the game of base ball had ever seen. After spending much of the season in .440 range, he cooled down to a league leading .421. Norman Lent recovered from an off season (.347 in 1877) to finish 3rd at .392. Stollings also lead with 68 Long Hits, 24 more than teammate Panell and Flake who split time with Buffalo and Chicago; and missed by 1 setting a league record for hits with 158—teammate Panell had 159. Stollings set the record for doubles, again, with 48 and tied his home run record at 12.

The top four run scorers were Brooklynites: Calvin Wing and Panell tied at 89, with Stollings (74) and Silky Goodstein (68) next in line. Wing also took 42 extra bases, a full 14 ahead of Steve Alves of Chicago. The runs and extra bases where league records, as was Wing’s 65 walks.

Evertt Waugh of Brooklyn allowed only 2.11 Responsible runs to pace the circuit; while Cherokee Kinan topped with 18 victories. Kinan’s 50 batters struck was also a league leader and Boris Seekell’s 226.1 Innings pitched lead the Empire.

The difference in the league was offense. Brooklyn scored 581 runs; at 440 Boston was second in the league. Walks, hits, steals, and extra base hits—the Atlantics dominated every facet of the line.

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From the Cincinnati Bugle
Kings Leave Empire!
Von Schriber Casts Lot With Temple

Citing the ever increasing salaries dictated by President James McCormick, Max Von Schriber has pulled the Base Ball Kings out of the Empire League and into a new national circuit formed by the famed William Temple. “McCormick has continually raised the salaries of the players to the disregard of profit. Under such an arraignment, only the Brooklyns and Chicagos have a legitimate chance to win. William Temple has a far more equitable proposal allowing even the smallest of Cities a chance to win.”

Von Schriber, who had vowed to sell the club if they did not win the title, feels the base ball mad of Cincinnati will embrace the new arraignment. “The only noticeable change will be the clubs we play,” Von Schriber stated.

The new circuit holds the line of salaries, which has increased to $1,500 in the Empire. As of now, seven cities will be represented in the loop: Manhattan, Providence, Buffalo, Baltimore, Saint Louis, Louisville and Cincinnati. “These are some of the most fevered cities when it comes to this grand game,” Von Schriber notes. “McCormick has taken the game to where the most profit is to be made, not to where the best fans are,” citing the slighting of Louisville by the Empire.

[Wolfpack]

Interesting...a team did switch and there will be a market battle, but it'll be in Buffalo (again). Are you intending to have both leagues co-exist indefinitely (letting history take a life of its own outside of the original history this world is based on), or will one have to fold as it will have to be the American Association of this world, which tried and failed to compete with the NL?

[SelzShoes]

Interesting...a team did switch and there will be a market battle, but it'll be in Buffalo (again). Are you intending to have both leagues co-exist indefinitely (letting history take a life of its own outside of the original history this world is based on), or will one have to fold as it will have to be the American Association of this world, which tried and failed to compete with the NL?
Temple's league still has one team to add. So all the battle lines are not yet drawn. As for the rest, I don't want to reveal all yet.

P.S. I work for an Indy League Team's booster club (The Gateway Grizzlies of the Frontier League) so updates for the next 3 months are based more on thier schedule than mine.

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“William Temple is a cur of the first order.”

It was not the fact a rival league was forming, James McCormick had long accepted the fact of this eventuality. But Temple was playing, in the common parlance, dirty pool. While the EL had envisioned Indianapolis and Detroit as way stations until park leases became available in St. Louis and Louisville, Temple snuck in and filled those cities with his own clubs. “By God, as long as I am alive, there will never be an EL team in those cities!” Even worse, in his own beloved Chicago, Temple had placed a club on the south side, among the ethnic workingmen he allegedly despised.

While aides comforted the now florid faced mogul with the reasoning the 50¢ admittance fee would keep attendance down; McCormick saw the math in a different light. Paying fare to and from the west side with a 25¢ admission was just the same as a straight fifty. Would the gentleman fan ‘go south’ too, with the promise of no liquor to agitate the lower classes? Perhaps, and that was the largest worry. If the moneyed class was willing to travel, who would come to see the Browns? Crowds could be ‘rowdy’ at Empire parks, especially late in games as the beer and brown liquors flowed.

And Buffalo. The club barely survived a challenge from a regional league, what hope did they have against a well funded league hell bent on breaking the Empire.

And Cincinnati, that Bavarian traitor looking at the bottom line more than winning—what type of fool was he. “No faith in any man any more,” McCormick muttered.

“Perhaps you should sit, sir,” a lackey calmly inquired.

“And perhaps you should watch tens of thousands of dollars evaporate!”

McCormick massaged his head. “By God, if that bastard wants war, then he shall have it in spades.” His brow furrowed, "find a suitable yard in Manhattan--I'll own the damn team myself if I have to."

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Letter from Thaddeus Hamilton to James McCormick

Mr. McCormick
While I have shown unfettered faith in your leadership lo these many years, I must object in the strongest of terms possible to your most recent decisions as league President.

Placing a club in Manhattan to spite Temple may make sense in your personal battle with him, but I feel could do damage to my club. We have, with our success of the past two seasons, established ourselves as the pre eminent club in the New York area. The action you take exacerbates the decline in attendance one Manhattan club would cause. I feel our league would be better served by placing Cincinnati’s replacement in a city Temple’s organization shows a weakness: Louisville or Saint Louis for example. The New York papers will not take kindly to an outsider, such as you, attempting to undo the efforts of one of their favored. Brooklyn is strong enough to win the attention and adulation of the sport fan of the city.

You have ordered clubs to release players with, as you phrased it, “ties to the gambler and number men.” While my club felt the brunt of this relationship not two seasons ago, you have included my fine keystoner Panell on this list. He may have been implicated in wrongdoing whilst in Phila, but has been a model citizen in Brooklyn. This action runs counter to your decree to keep the stars in the Empire. Panell will surely latch on with Temple’s Manhattans, as he does have an eye for talent and give further legitimacy to his organization.

And finally, just weeks after declaring a salary limit of $1,500.00—you declare a ceiling of $2,000.00! Temple’s organization is only paying $900.00; do you really think the additional monies are necessary to keep our stars?

My faith in you has limits, if you succeed of course, all will be forgiven. While you have predicted this challenge for years, I fear you have not prepared to fight a proper battle. I needen’t remind you your term as President expires next season. If this season goes poorly, I do not think I shall have trouble finding the votes needed to replace you in this post.

Respectfully,
Thaddeus Hamilton

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Letter from Frank Richardson to William Temple
Mr. Temple

While I enjoyed my time in New York, and am flattered you would consider me to be the crown jewel in your new league, I must respectfully decline your offer of a contract.

In the past 3 seasons, I have played in Manhattan, Cincinnati and Philadelphia. The thought of moving, yet again, does not appeal to me. I feel I have found a home in Philadelphia. We have a core of ballplayers who over a half a season, played better than any club I have ever been associated with; including our 1874 champions. Being so close to another title appeals to me, and this is a city looking for an identity outside of the shadow of New York. I feel they will honor a champion like no other.

More importantly—the quality of the players you have contracted do not appeal to me. I want to play against the best this game has to offer, and to date, the best still play in the Empire. There are men who show promise, if the sporting pages are to be believed, but no one of the standard of Stollings or myself. The quality players you do seem to sign have the stench of gambler’s money about them. I purged my club of such ruffians, and will not play in a league that allows Zoellener and Bronneke back into the game. Heed this warning Mr. Temple, just because someone is a good ballplayer does not make him a good man.

I honestly hope your endeavor succeeds. Another league of national stature is good for the condition of the players and of the game itself.

Sincerely,
Frank Richardson

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Letter from James McCormick to A. J. Helmuth
Mr. Helmuth,
It has been some time since I had reason to contact you; but the recent defection of the Base Ball Kings—which you founded—to the Columbia Association compels me to write.

Since the famous tour of 1869, the Base Ball Kings have been rightfully hailed as the greatest team ever assembled. But Max Von Schriber has degraded this proud heritage to a foul joke. Upon winning the Empire title only two years ago, he has rid the team of its key performers; focusing solely on the profit line and not victory. Now he has moved this formerly crack club to be affiliated with a league not manned by the best talent the nation has to offer, but stocked with stumblebums and muffins of the worst kind. These are men suited for local and regional nines, not a once proud name such as the Base Ball Kings.

If the legacy of the Base Ball Kings means anything to you, there is action you can take. As you own the grounds this club plays, you can choose to revoke the lease he has. While this will not completely put an end to his plan to further degrade the legacy, it is a sound beginning.

Secondly, in a city as base ball mad as Cincinnati, there needs to be a club with investors willing to place a quality nine on the field. If you act to sever the lease of Von Schriber, I propose allowing you to charter a new Base Ball Kings for the City of Cincinnati. I shall give you my own personal assurance of financial solvency for the first season.

Please respond quickly, so the necessary papers may be drawn.

Yours,
James McCormick

[fantastic flying froggies]

this means War!

[SelzShoes]

Since there has been a lot of upheaval, movement and expansion a run down of who is in what league is probably in order:

Empire League Columbia Association
Boston Baltimore
Brooklyn Buffalo
Buffalo Chicago
Chicago Cincinnati (EL)
Cincinnati (new)Louisville
Columbus (new) Manhattan
Detroit Providence
Indianapolis Saint Louis
New York (new)
Philadelphia

The leagues are head to head in four cities (Buffalo, Cincinnati, New York/Manhattan and Chicago).

[Wolfpack]

Fight! Fight! Fight!

[fantastic flying froggies]

Could you give us the team names as well? Especially for the new teams...

[SelzShoes]

Could you give us the team names as well? Especially for the new teams...
Boston Unions Baltimore Clippers
Brooklyn Atlantics Buffalo Hornblowers/Buglers
Buffalo Eires Chicago Southsiders
Chicago Browns/Westies Cincinnati Kings/Columbias
Cincinnati Kings/Empires Louisville Colonels/Keels
Columbus Senators Manhattan Gents
Detroit Fleur de Lis Providence Rhodies/Reds
Indianapolis Indys Saint Louis Cobblers/Hops
New York Empires
Philadelphia Quakers/Crimsons

With nicknames not formalized until the early part of the 20th century, teams sometimes were known by more than one name, and the origins were sometimes of the most humble of reasons. In fact, many players, officials and newsmen referred to the clubs using just the city with the plural "s". The emergence of the Columbia Association gave rise to a need for greater distinction among the clubs.

The Boston and Brooklyn clubs grew out of gentlemen's clubs out of the 1850's and 60's. Boston took their name from the "Union of the Sons of Kearney" and Brooklyn from the "Atlantic Athletic Club."

The Chicago Browns and Detroit Fleur de Lis so referred to by distinctive uniform details. The Chicagos noted for heavy brown piping and stockings, the Detroits for the distinctive symbol over the breast, celebrating the owner's French heritage. Although with the Chicagos, they were also referred to by location during this period of two teams.

The CA's Buffalo entry was owned by Winfred Siemens who owned the Buffalo Bugle newspaper, and the nicknames attached reflected this.

Saint Louis's team names reflected the two main industries of the city.

During Frank Richardson's time in Philadelphia, the newspapers starter referring more to the color of the trim and caps of the club, rather than the peaceful intonations of "Quakers," as the style of play championed by Richardson was seldom peaceful on the opposition.

Both Cincinnati clubs lay claim to the heritage of the touring Base Ball Kings of 1869. Referring to the city and league (as with the New York Empire League entry) was a way of distinguishing the two.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Excellent! Thanks.

[Wolfpack]

Considering the hostility, I'm pretty sure just one league will survive. I can hardly picture McCormick or Temple being gracious enough in victory to actually let any of the folded league's teams merge with the surviving league. The enmity of course also precludes any chance at a "World Series" which, since the real world didn't have one until 1901, fits right in here.

I must say I really do enjoy this thread. I'm not a great baseball fan or really steeped in its history aside from the major landmark players and teams, but all this is quite fascinating stuff.

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From hand bills posted around Cincinnati
Proclamation by Royal Council, the Base Ball King Boosters

WHEREAS, Max Von Schreiber, has chosen to move our Base Ball Kings to the Columbia Association;

WHEREAS, AJ Helmuth, has taken it upon himself to restore the glory to Cincinnati Base Ball in the Empire League;

IT IS HEREBY RESOLVED, that the traditions of the Cincinnati Base Ball Kings are better represented by the Empire League club and not Max Von Schreiber.

AND FURTHER, that the true fan of the GRAND AMERICAN GAME will continue to attend games at the Avenue Grounds, and cheer the True Base Ball Kings to glory.

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From the Chicago Eagle
President McCormick has sent an invitation to Presidents and Commissioners of all League “East of the Rockies” to join him at the opening day festivities for Chicago. But this meeting is not to be all pomp and circumstance, McCormick, shrewd business man he is, has a purpose to the play.

These local associations have been the starting point for many players now hailed as ‘stars’ in the Empire League. While the practice has been for Empire League clubs to sign a player with little consideration for the impact it may have on his current team; McCormick seeks to change this. President McCormick proposes two major changes between the relationship between these leagues and the Empire.

First, the Empire would respect the contracts of these lesser leagues; no longer being able to swoop in and seize the best players as so much plunder. In return, the locals would recognize and uphold any suspension and expulsions levied by the Empire. The disgraced Zoellener and Bronneke from the Brooklyn squad of two years ago continued to play in two of these regional leagues. If this agreement had been in place, they would have been forced to find employment more suited to their criminal temperament. Such a stance would help cleanse the game from the riff-raff with whom the Empire has been too commonly associated.

More ambitious is the proposal to have set prices for what players at these lower leagues can be purchased. “The steady influx of new talent is imperative if the Empire is to remain the premier organization for base ball in this county,” McCormick related to us. “Rather than have our clubs get bogged down in negotiations for each and every player under contract, I would rather assure the regional top price for their top talent.”

It is the hope of Empire League officials an arrangement of this nature will keep the rival Columbia Association from being able to adequately stock their rosters.
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Of the 22 leagues contacted, 12 accepted the invitation of McCormick to opening day. When only two expressed interest in the proposed arrangement, McCormick did not pursue the proposal further. Many of the leagues felt with the Columbia Association around, they could force a bidding war for their top talent, and refused to lock themselves into an agreement that would seem to benefit the Empire more.

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Excerpt from “The History of Professional Base Ball” (1941)
When the Columbia Association was formed in 1879, it began what old timers refer to as “the first base ball war.” The fan of the time would have thought it to be a short war, as the CA was beset with problems.

Saint Louis and Louisville were in full revolt early on, chaffing under the edict banning alcohol sales at the games. “If the St. Louisan can not have his bucket of beer, he has no reason to go a game,” owner Johan Hansferd pleaded with Temple’s hand picked commission. When the commission upheld the ban, they sold beer and whisky anyway. When the commission fined Hansferd (and Louisville and Cincinnati) the clubs refused to pay. Hansferd threaten to either form another league or join the Empire, the commission revoked the fines; a move that allowed the remainder of the owners to violate the league charter any way they saw fit.

The three men, all prominent members of the New York sporting community and personal friends of William Temple, did not carry much respect with the other owners. Clubs cut admission, paid players beyond the set salary, and generally carried on business in a manner befitting the pre-Empire association days. By mid-season, all but one of the commissioners had resigned his position.

The lack of authority further plunged the CA into chaos. Teams withheld visitor shares and openly attempted to woo players from other CA clubs to jump contract. Temple, who even in the collapse of order continued to obey the league charter, realized in his zeal to topple the Empire he had made serious lapses in the quality of owner allowed to join.

Making matter worse talent the CA did lure from the Empire were those with a taint of gambling. Rumors of fixed games ran rampant, and the various clubs showed no interest in cleaning up the game as McCormick’s owners had. To the disgust of the genteel William Temple, the CA was a worse situation than he had experienced in the Empire. And it was all on his head.

The Empire, under the firm hand of James McCormick, kept their owners in line. In three of the four cities the leagues were directly competing, a friendly press further underminded the CA’s efforts to build a league. It appeared the Empire would vanquish it’s first rival in less than a season, but fate had other plans.

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From the Chicago Eagle
JAMES MCCORMICK DEAD
Stockyard Baron, Base Ball Official Dies in Sleep
Family Holdings Near Millions
James McCormick, eldest son of one of Chicago’s first nationally known families, passed away in his sleep it was reveled. McCormick, who parlayed his family’s holdings in real estate into control of the southside stockyards and hog rendering facilities was not suspected to be in ill health.

McCormick, who was known for his involvement with the Empire Base Ball League, had been acclaimed nationally for his crusade to make the sport honest. Under his direction, gamblers and their hires had been chased from league grounds.

He is survived by his wife, Felicity, their six children and four brothers.

[Wolfpack]

Hmm...nasty estate fight brewing, perhaps? Hints about fate having other plans also seem to indicate the EL will not be able to stamp out the CL as McCormick hoped, or at least as quickly, anyway....

[fantastic flying froggies]

(...fff wonders if there are any hints of foul play???...)

[SelzShoes]

(...fff wonders if there are any hints of foul play???...)
Sadly no, just a massive heart attack in his sleep. A murder mystery would be way beyond my skills at this point.

[SelzShoes]

Empire League Owners’ Meeting
“But as his brother I have every right to succeed him,” the decorum and tact of the funeral had now been replaced with much shouting and banging on the table.

“Please, the only contribution you have made to this League is second every motion proposed by your brother. Besides, we need continuity in Chicago to put that club on the south side out of business.”

“Mr. Hamilton, are you sure you will not take the position.”

“What, so we can go through this again in six months,” snorted Bertrham Farley of Buffalo.

“You sir are a cur of the worst kind,” Adams rose from his chair, grasping Thaddeus’s cane. “I shall teach you some manners.”

“And I shall teach you your place,” spat Farley. It became harder and harder to hear over the din. Hamilton raised his hands and demanded silence. He grudgingly was granted it.
“It seems those we would trust with the position of President among us have reasons not to take it.”

“What about Helmuth? I know Cincinnati is a battleground, but the fans are flocking to his club and not Von Schriber’s it should not be that hard to hold serve there,” Hartpence of Boston suggested.

The eyes of the room turned towards the aged man who begun the craze for professional ball. “Well Helmuth, what about it?”

“Well,” the old man stammered, “would I be allowed to keep the deal I had with McCormick?”

“What deal you had with McCormick,” Farley slowly asked.

“The only way I could afford to field a club was if he paid my expenses the first year, and so . . .”

Jasper Hallowell of Columbus leapt to his feet, “Why was I not offered that deal? I am losing money hand over fist and we give paper away to this doddering fool?”

“And I too could use the subsidies,” shouted Mike Mongan of Indianapolis. “Who decided this bull----?”

“Now we could not lose Cincinnati,” Hartpence began.

“But you can lose Columbus? Is that what I am hearing?”

“No, he didn’t mean that at all.”

”Why should we take interest in a league that cares not for us,” Mongan asked feverishly.
Hamilton slammed his cane on the table for attention. Uneasy quiet returned.
“Cincinnati is the home of a traitor. We needed to teach a lesson to Von Schriber. Unfortunately, you do not have someone taking our business away in your cities. Farley is struggling with the Association club in his town, but has the income to fight without any help. As does McCormick, or Mr. Hyde of New York. Helmuth has the respect of the city of Cincinnati and if it took some silver to get him in place, then so be it.”

“I still do not like the arrangement,” Mongan said.

“Nor I,” seconded Hallowell.

“May I suggest something,” Hubert Crawley of Detroit meekly offered.

“Please do.”

“What about Temple?”

”What about him?”

“Why not him as President?” The room erupted into laughter. “But he is unhappy with the Association, and having him would surely end their hold on New York.”

“I think he is on the right track, but the wrong person,” Hyde of New York said excitedly.

“Two of his commissioners have resigned; we could pinch one of them. Temple brags about the ideal of the Association; it would play very well to have one of them on our side.”

“You may be on to something, yes,” Obie McCormick stroked his beard approvingly.

“By God, this could be a masterstroke—Adams, send wires to the two gentlemen who resigned from Temple’s commission, one of them should take the job.”

“Since they will be in New York, I suggest Hamilton, Hartpence, Hyde and I conduct the interviews and be given authority to hire the proper man,” Franklin suggested.

“Bah, more Eastern influence, just what we need,” Hallowell hissed.

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Letter from Jasper Hallowell to William Temple
Mr. Temple,

After careful consideration of your offer to join the Columbia Association, both I and Mr. Mongan of Indianapolis will accept. We will keep our decision silent until the beginning of the next championship season. Until then, we shall continue to keep you informed of events in the League meetings.

The search for a President is becoming farcical, as no candidate can be agreed upon. Those involved in the sport outside the two associations wish to remain neutral and no internal nominee have any support from the required five.

Even more positive, the situations in Buffalo and Cincinnati seem to be turning in the Association’s favor. Helmuth is eager to step aside as the cost of continuing with his own monies looks to be prohibitive. And the lowered costs of operation favors Winfred Siemens over the long-term—encourage him to keep the park open at all cost.

I look forward to the next summer, when we can rid our sport of the plague of the Empire.

Respectfully,
Jasper Hallowell

[SelzShoes]

Sorry for the lack of updates, but I’ve been out of the ‘dynasty’ mood for awhile. Short version: I had been a regular at the OOTP boards, but the Mods there have allowed a group of members, almost all from the OT forum, to harass and attack other members of the board with absolutely no action against them. I’ve been expressing my displeasure with this policy, and the Mods have ignored my complaints—even a “we do not think this behavior is inappropriate” would have been nice. I know it is an unpaid position, but the attitude of the Mods there seems to be, it is just easier for those fed up with the lack of civility to leave than to actually enforce the rules.

Anyway, I have put this aside for a time, but am missing my fictional friends and will be jumping back into this in the next couple of days.

[SelzShoes]

He stood in the box, the air still crisp with dew. Elmo smiled to himself and looked for the signal. As the umpire bellowed “play ball,” a flash of light—a mirror reflecting the sun—shone. The fix was on.

It was a complicated system, based on precise timing. Based on how much the syndicate had paid out or taken in, when Elmo Bronneke was slated to pitch, the bosses decided if they need him to win or lose. A wire was sent from the central office in downtown to an inconspicuous storefront near the park. From the store, one of two carrier pigeons was released: black for play clean, white to throw the game. When the pigeon arrived at a home near the park, a young boy would rush to his ‘uncle’ with a plain envelope with a single slip of paper inside. Based on the coded instructions, the man would know whether to ‘flash’ Bronneke or not with the mirrored back of his pocket watch. The whole process took under 15 minutes.

Bronneke was the only member of the Brooklyn triad still playing ball. Mosholder had retired after the 1877 season, and now worked with the New York gambling syndicate in what he referred to as their ‘collections’ department. Bennie Zoellner, the first baseman on the squad, had played a season for Bangor in the New England Association, but when it became clear the Empire would not reinstate him for 1878, he left the club. A tryout for the Columbia Association had not gone well, as he had put on too much weight to move with the speed the game demanded in this era.

But Bronneke had survived. An arm injury in 1878 while with Omaha of the Flatlands Congress had been seen as an example of the consequences of an unjust life. Forced to make a salary outside of baseball, Bronneke traveled south and found work on a ranch in Texas. There, the daily rigors of work built his arm back into shape. While letters to James McCormick went unanswered, the news of the formation of the Columbia Association gave him hope of pitching on the national stage again. A letter of contrition to William Temple was enough to ‘prove’ the young hurler had been ‘framed’ by McCormick and his cabal. It was not long, however, before Bronneke decided the lower salary of the Association require supplementing.

While the Empire had taken steps to clear the gambling element out of their league, the Association had not. Trying to build a following with young unknowns proved to be difficult. “Name” players, even ones with questionable past, were seen as necessary to provide legitimacy to the new league.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Glad to see you're back, Selz. :)

I must say I'd missed your oldtimers as well...

[SelzShoes]

Any attention the Columbia Association wanted was stolen by the one of the best multiple team races in Empire League history. With the Chicago Southsiders holding an substantial lead until the very last weeks, there was little drama to be had. But the Empire had solid 3 to 4 team race all summer.

Boston, Chicago and Brooklyn all hovered within 3 games of each other for the first month. Boston had not been a factor in the race since 1875, while the Browns and Atlantics were big spenders becoming perennial contenders. While Eastern writers were quick to declare yet another Brooklyn title, they soon would learn it was the effort of superstars, not the team factoring in the Atlantic’s domination. In his fifth start of the year, Marquis Nicolet, the pitching star of the championships, suffered a severe arm injury and missed the rest of the year. Without Nicolet’s superior skills, the Atlantics started to slip. The season was over when Rodney Stollings missed a slate of games with a bad hip. Although Stollings would return and have a dominating season, although not at the level he was accustomed, the Brooklyns sunk out of contention and into a 7th place finish.

With Brooklyn falling out, Detroit climbed into the fray. While the pitching of the Detroits was never very good all season, they did field one of the most consistent offenses of any Empire club. By mid-July they had surged into trading first with Boston, with the Browns hovering a couple games back.

At the same time, Horacio Pfahlert in Buffalo was single handedly leading the Eries into the race. In 1877 and 1878, Pfahlert had thrown 196 innings with 12 wins to show for his effort. In 1879, the Charmer won 19 and pitched 224 innings. At 35, one of the best-known players of the early years of the League had put together his best season. But the Eries could not find the complementary piece to go with such a dominant hurler and faded to 4th, and a respectable 6 games behind.

While Detroit’s pitching finally gave way, it was left to Boston and Chicago to battle for the title. It was amazing that the Browns could hang so close to the Unions. Boston scored runs at will, especially at home where they compiled a .700 winning percentage. The everyday line up sported seven .300 hitters, and one .290 hitter. It was the philosophy of the old days—single after single after single. But the defensive effort was one of the worst in either league and undermined the hurling and hitting.

Chicago was moving in a new direction: speed. Aubrey Fairie, finally a starter, and Steve Alves sparked one of the least powerful line-ups in the Empire, taking every extra base offered to them. The two ended with a combined 64 steals. With Weisenburger on his way to another batting title, the Browns would push home just enough runs to win. But try as they might, the Browns could never take the lead. They tied the Unions several times, but just could not win that extra game to put them in the lead. Like two years before, the season came down to the last game of the season.

Boston held a one game lead, and needed to beat Indianapolis, a great pitching club with even worse defense than the Unions. Alfred Moulton, the only pitcher to rival Pfahlert as an individual took to the box. The Indys played their usually sloppy game and committed three errors. Moulton would win his 19th game, and render the Browns victory over Detroit meaningless. Boston had secured their 5th title, while Chicago was developing a reputation as a club that could “contend but not win.”

Empire League Standings
Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Boston 61 39 .610 - 35-15 26-24 2-5 11-20
Chicago 60 40 .600 1.0 27-23 33-17 3-3 14- 9
Detroit 56 44 .560 5.0 28-22 28-22 4-5 18-11
Buffalo 55 45 .550 6.0 33-17 22-28 4-1 20-12
Indianapolis 53 47 .530 8.0 27-23 26-24 3-2 10-17
Philadelphia 51 49 .510 10.0 28-22 23-27 3-7 14-17
Brooklyn 49 51 .490 12.0 27-23 22-28 2-3 11-17
Cincinnati 47 53 .470 14.0 28-22 19-31 8-3 16-17
Columbus 35 65 .350 26.0 23-27 12-38 6-2 21-13
New York 33 67 .330 28.0 19-31 14-36 1-5 13-15

Columbia Association Standings
Team W L PCT GB Home Away XInn 1Run
Chicago 60 40 .600 - 23-27 37-13 3- 2 9-10
Buffalo 58 42 .580 2.0 31-19 27-23 6- 3 18-10
Cincinnati 51 49 .510 9.0 22-28 29-21 6- 4 12-15
Louisville 50 50 .500 10.0 24-26 26-24 6- 7 16-18
Providence 50 50 .500 10.0 23-27 27-23 7- 7 19-18
New York 47 53 .470 13.0 20-30 27-23 7- 4 12- 9
Baltimore 46 54 .460 14.0 23-27 23-27 3-11 20-20
Saint Louis 38 62 .380 22.0 16-34 22-28 5- 5 12-18

[SelzShoes]

From “True Sport: William Temple and the Columbia Association (1987)”

The defection of Indianapolis and Columbus could not have come at a better time for Temple. Reciepts from the four cities the two circuits were head to head showed an economic disaster. Chicago, while winning the Columbia pennant, drew one quarter of the Browns attendance; Buffalo was unable to attract 1,000 per game; and in Cincinnati the Association underestimated the hostility towards Helmuth for dismantling the champion Kings of 1876. Even in New York, Temple’s base of power, his Gents, as the press dubbed them, drew equally with the Empire’s last place New York entry. In truth, only Saint Louis and Louisville showed any signs of turning a profit. The combination of high admission and low quality play turned off the ‘true lover of ball’ Temple planned on being the core audience for his league. Instead, these fans turned to regional and city leagues, where the admission fit the level of play. The choice for Temple was to stick with his ideals and watch the Association crumble; or reorder his priorities and truly rival the Empire. Temple would choose the latter and begin to craft a thoughly modern league.

Legitimacy as the superior league belonged to the Empire because of the national reputation of its players. Even a player like Aubrey Fairie, whose reputation was far greater than his production, was known by the casual fan. Rodney Stollings, Norman Lent and Horacio Pfahlet all had made their name before the Empire existed. And Cappy Richardson was the unquestioned brightest star of them all. To the followers of the game, the Columbia Association rosters were full of too many players like Marshall Quisenberry, one of the best hitting first basemen of the 1880’s, but for the moment a raw kid. As for the ‘names’ that did jump, the stain of gambling was clear; like with the early days of the Empire, the integrity of the Association was openly questioned.

Legitmacy for the Empire also came from the League structure. Even with the death of James McCormick, and the failure of the League to name a President until the cusp of the 1880 season the Empire was viewed as stable and ‘honorable’. The mid-season resignation of two-thirds of the governing commission pushed the Association to the brink of anarchy. The blatent disregard for rules and contracts of the first season would haunt the Association as it attempted to establish itself. Temple truly believed in the ideals he founded the Association on, but realized there was a practical disadvantage to his ideals. Over the fall and winter of 1879 and 1880 William Temple would reshape the structure and direction of his beloved circuit.

[ifspuds]

I'd forgotten you posted over here. I was worried the Prologue was gone forever. I'll be watching here for certain. :)

[Izulde]

I'd forgotten you posted over here. I was worried the Prologue was gone forever. I'll be watching here for certain. :)

Hi, ifspuds! :)

[SelzShoes]

“Mr. Adams, good to see you.”

William Frederick Adams was sick to his stomach to be away from Mr. Hamilton. The man he had served so loyally these many years now bed ridden and awaiting the final call of the reaper. Adams’ place was with the man whose family were the few loyal employees he could surround himself with, not downtown meeting with bank officials.

The office, once the den of Mr. Hamilton had undergone extensive redecorating in the months of his advanced illness. Any trace of its former occupant, aside from the obligatory portrait of the Bank President, had been erased. The office was rigid and austere, reflecting the soul of the current occupant.

Jonias Van Baar’s family was old money; coming over with the original Dutch settlers of New Amsterdam. The Panics of the late 1870’s had, humiliatingly, forced back to work to maintain the family fortune. Granted sitting on the board of directors of Brooklyn’s most prominent bank was not the worst of all possible worlds, but he was entitled to the life of leisure the Van Baar’s had become famous for. Still, his familial and social ties had made him a valued member of the Board of Directors in a very short time; so much so he was elevated to ‘Acting’ President’ over longer termed members, with the implicit understanding the ‘Acting’ would be removed after the inevitable occurred. Working was humiliating, but the opportunity to enhance the family name was worth the daily toil.

“I am not a man to waste time,” Van Baar began, “so I shall tell you straight on: We have decided your services are no longer necessary.”

“Pardon?” a sick chill filled Adams.

“As you are in the employ of Great Brooklyn Bank and Trust in the role of personal secretary to a man who, to be perfectly honest, has no earthly need for one; the Board of Directors has decided to eliminate your position. You may pick up your final pay envelope at the front desk. If you have any personal belongings at Mr. Hamilton’s, please have them removed within the next twenty-four hours or you shall be arrested for trespassing.”

“But . . .”

“There is nothing to discuss, we have made our decision.”

“Mr. Hamilton needs me.”

“Nonsense, he needs a nurse—and as we have one taking care of him already, there is nothing you can do for him except take his money by sitting around and doing nothing all day. Now please, leave the premises before I have you escorted out. We shall notify you by post when he passes so you may pay your respects then.”

Adams rose and begun to leave the office. Reaching the door, he turned, “What shall become of the Atlantics?”

Van Baar momentarily looked puzzled, “Oh the Based Ballers—the Board seems to feel it would be a sound investment to hold on to the squad. A way of connecting with the rabble and such—though I doubt they have enough money to concern us if they squander it on such frivolities. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

[SelzShoes]

“You certainly can not suggest ballplayers have the right to organize?”

Young Kenneth Crow observed the shocked faces of gathered. His escort for the evening, the actress Madeline Dumas, gripped his hand tightly hoping to cause enough discomfort to silence the shining star of the box. The hurler stood firm, “I not only suggest it, but I insist on it.”

The tuxedoed gentlemen rumbled over their port and cigars, more than one was heard to quip “too much time with Weisenburger.” They had come to bask in the glow of Chicago’s finest pitcher, not be lectured in the finer points of socialist doctrine. The evening, for them, had been ruined.

“Organization is the sweeping the workers of America, why should ball player not be included?”

”Because, they are not workers,” Fletcher Stoddard forcefully intoned. He had seen his rail yards paralyzed several times by the influx of European Radicals. Men who sought not an honest day’s pay, but to agitate the hardest of his men into slothful dreams. Men who spend four or five months a year playing pitch and bat can not be considered workers. They are, for the most part, itinerant laborers who the Creator has blessed with strong arms and swift legs.”

“Well, I must object to that characterization with some force dear sir,” Crow said with a tension relieving chuckle. “I hope to begin law school within a year hence, and want to change the prevailing view of my mates.”

“From exploited to exploiter—the natural progression for the radical,” a wine soaked voice bellowed to the merriment of all.

“Dear heart, tell them about the trip Mr. McCormick is planning for the coming fall,” Madeline was uncomfortable speaking of such politics to an audience as clearly adverse to such notions as unions and higher pay scales.

“I hope to use my skills as a solicitor; if they be as grand as those I exhibit on the field, to form a brotherhood for the players. A collective to warrant some protections.”
“And what could you possibly require protection from?” Stoddard queried. “A ball game is not required for everyday life. I can go to watch the park leagues or even a gathering of children—I do not have to go to Lake Front Park for my amusement.”

“But you do go, since you desire the best ball playing for your amusement?” The gathered nodded. “We make tremendous profits for the owners of these clubs and receive very little back in terms of wages. The famed Nicolet of Brooklyn was summarily released because of an arm injury after hurling the Atlantics to two pennants; if he is able to find employ this upcoming season it will be at a greatly reduced wage . . .”

“As it would be in any industry! When you are no longer able to do the job you are paid for, the owner should have the right to release you. It is sound business principle. I do not operate my rail yards for men to mill about and receive monies for nothing. I expect a hard day’s work for an honest wage. The hardest working men receive more; the slothful and incompetent are released. This is the nature of the business.”

“I fear that is an unjust system; since the hardest working barely receive a living wage as it is. Higher wages for all would . . .”

“Would damn this country to the upheaval and strife scurrying across Europe! Why should I guarantee a good wage to someone who will not work hard? Why should there be no incentive to reach for?”

“There should be incentive; but the tendency is not to reward workers, but to punish them with unnatural ceilings on wages. That is what we have in the Empire. No matter how well I perform, I can earn no more than $2,000.00 in a season. Shouldn’t I or Frank Richardson be able to earn more if we are producing better than our fellows?”

“If you ask me, $2,000.00 is far too much to play a game.”

“Then we shall continue to disagree.”

[fantastic flying froggies]

Viva la Revolucion!

(Selz, I really love your dynasty...)

[SelzShoes]

The sun glowed crimson over the Nebraska plains as a solitary buggy moved steadily across the budding plains. The long trip to Kansas City was well on its way giving Marshall Quisenberry and his father time to reflect. A year ago his father was dead set against the trip to Baltimore to play ball. “Too risky,” he had warned his son, “they’ll use you and not pay, I fear.” A summer later and now he was talking about using the money to buy adjoining land and being able to look forward to not owing the bank “everything we will ever have.”

The slow trot continued over the hours, in time Marshall will be moving east in a Pullman sleeper; through cutting through half a country to Baltimore. All the boys on the club were rough hewn—farm boys, factory workers, miner’s sons all taking a chance to escape a life of gnarled hands and broken muscles. “When you spend your life sweating blood,” his father would say to him, “you never think anything better will come along.” There was still hard work in the fall and winter, but the weight of the world was breaking above them.

“You’ll try to make it to Saint Louis in July.”

His father nodded. “It’ll be hard, but with the extra money they are saying they’ll pay, I think your mother and I can do it.” The contract Baltimore offered raised Marshall’s salary from $900 to $1500 for the upcoming season, as the Columbia Association feared losing its few stars to the Empire. “Never thought a man could make so much money playing a game.”

“It’s just like those actors who come through with the Chautauqua, they make just as much or even more.”

“Yes, but people will pay to watch those plays and such—have been for a long long time. But how long have people been paying to watch ball games, and I’m not talking about the odd nickel here or there for those traveling clubs,” his father’s eyes looked off at the horizon. “Need to take it while you have the chance I suppose.” Quiet settled in over the buggy again.

[Izulde]

They fired Thaddeus's secretary?! :(

I don't suppose he managed to have any heirs before he got sick?

[SelzShoes]

From “True Sport: William Temple and the Columbia Association” (1987)
Unfortunately, records of the 1880 owner’s meetings do not exist; but what is clear the direction of the Association had shifted. Saint Louis and Louisville, two of the most rebellious franchises were now in the hands of cousins of Temple.

”I can do with my franchise what I see fit.”
“Not if it violates the League Charter, which you signed.”
“Then enforce your damn charter, see where simple words gets you—you New York dunderpate.”
“Michael, get me my cheque book—I’ll buy the lot of you out.”
“You sir are daft.”
”How much—How much do you require to leave my sight for good?”
“I’ll take $7,000.”
“And you, Jackson, how much to get rid of the likes of you as well.”
“The same.”
”Good, now neither of you need come back. And the rest of you who think you are above the rules; step right up so I can wash my hands of your filthy devious ways.”

Temple understood for the Association to supplant the Empire as the preeminent baseball league in America, bold steps were needed.

”But that is why I left the Empire, I can not afford such salaries.”
“The public views us as a glorified regional league; we must buy the best talent from the Empire.”
“Still, $2,500 for a ballplayer—is that realistic?”

Even more than the bidding war he encouraged his fellow owners to engage in, the most radical idea was yet to come.

”I still don’t understand how owning these smaller clubs helps us.”
”If we own the regional teams, we can funnel the best players to our clubs—the Empire will wither and die for lack of talent.”
“Seems very risky to invest that much money just to try and drive someone out of business.”
“Vertical intergration—it is all the rage in industry; why can it not work for us.”

[Wolfpack]

Sounds like the formation of the minor leagues is underway....

[fantastic flying froggies]

Sounds like the formation of the minor leagues is underway....
...yup...

[SelzShoes]

Wife bought me OOTP6.5 (against my wishes) and we are also going out of town this weekend--there will not be any updates until probably next weekend.

I'm not sure yet if I will transfer Prequel to 6.5, I'm setting up my usual insanely micro-managed type league I normally do (this dynasty is a radical departure from what I normally do) to see how it handles. At the very least, I think I will transfer this to 6.5 when I get to 1946 (sometime next year at the pace I am going now).

[fantastic flying froggies]

Happy birthday SelzShoes!

[SelzShoes]

Happy birthday SelzShoes!
Thank you FFF.

I've been tinkering with my 6.5 league alot (lets just say I forgot how detail focused I can be with these things--two weeks and I'm still just setting depth charts and line ups. :D ) Anyhoo--For the next month I'm going to be spending a whole lot of time with the Gateway Grizzlies; 21 games in 31 days, not alot of off time for Prequel. But this is a good thing--this is the largest 'project' I've ever attempted and went through 10 seasons in the time I usually go through a couple months of play. I'm going to update my original set of notes/plotlines/etc and tighten some of the storylines and get the next generation of characters drafted. I also have some ideas that may streamline some of the offseason work needed to keep this moving. I've also raided my late Aunt's baseball libary and have been doing more reading on this time period--one of my weakest as a baseball fan. Anyway, I've not gone, just been distracted by other things.

[SelzShoes]

“I must see Mr. McCormick now,” Aubrey Fairie believed he cut a dashing image in his finest suit. And he would have; if the shirt had been tucked in, the tie done properly, the jacket buttoned evenly, and the urine stain was not creeping down his leg.

Obie McCormick came out of his office to investigate the horrid smell from his lobby; the combination of cologne, vomit, and a 5-day whiskey bender had offended his senses to no end. “Oh,” McCormick intoned without a trace of surprise, “It is you Mr. Fairie.”

“You’re god dammed right it is me—and we have to talk.” Over the course of the past days, Mr. Fairie’s companions had drunk enough to convince the self-proclaimed “King of the Diamonds” that his worth was more than the $1,500.00 a year he was currently making. After all, a King has expensive taste in liquors; “only the best” was only affordable for two straight days. News of the Columbia Association’s new salary limit had convinced the wunderkind the need for a raise.

In fact, he demanded it out right.

“$2,500.00—you’ve been a starter for one season, what makes you think you deserve such a fee?”

“I am the King—the King deserves the best.”

“You sir are a drunkard—now go get yourself some coffee and sleep.”

“If I don’t get what I want, I’ll, I’ll”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll jump leagues! They will pay me what I’m worth.” Aubrey smiled triumphantly at his decision.

“And you shall make less than you do now.”

Aubrey, sensing there was an insult in the comment, grabbed for the ornamental sword mounted to the wall. Thankfully for Mr. McCormick, the blade and plaque was firm to the wall, leaving the drunken catcher swinging from the handle. McCormick called for his secretary to notify security. “Please escort Mr. Fairie home, and be sure he does not frequent any place he may partake in hard spirits.”

[Dark Horse]

Followed you over from another board.

i've been lurking over here for a while.

Just wanted to say i'm glad you kept this story going.

Keep up the good work. :eatpop: ;)

[SelzShoes]

Bath and a new suit were the only things on his mind. As Aubrey Fairie stumbled out of the train, the late afternoon sun revealed his shambled state; including a stench even he wanted to escape.

“Boy, what town is this?”

The teen shook his head and point to a sign above his head: Louisville.

“Good,” Aubrey thought, “a whiskey town.”

Quickly, he made for the business district, hoping to catch a tailor before the close of business. The man was closing shop—even threatening to call the constable to arrest such an obvious ruffian, but the pile of greenbacks changed his mind. The suit would be ready in the morning, and the clothes provided would do until then. The tailor’s kid even escorted him to one of the nicer hotels in the area—with private bath and gentleman’s club attached.

The snooty concierge was reluctant to offer a room to a man in his state, but “money always turns pride,” as his father used to say. A shave was arraigned and a bath drawn. Yes, all those ‘well-bred’ f*cks turned to jelly when he flashed his money.

Except bastards like McCormick who treated him like property, like some common ---.

He hoped the club had a jacket and tie policy, like so many of those Chicago bastards. Some overpaid powder-puff would try to keep him out; he’d cause a scene and when the members realized who he was; he’d walk in, escorted by ranking members as that snooty f*ck looked on shamed.

As the blade cleaned his whiskers, a smile overcame him. “I’m going to own this town.”

[SelzShoes]

Followed you over from another board.

i've been lurking over here for a while.

Just wanted to say i'm glad you kept this story going.

Keep up the good work. :eatpop: ;)
Nice to see both you and ifspuds stopping by! I do miss you guys.

[Izulde]

Excellent post there, Selz. One of the better ones in this dynasty thus far, I think.

[SelzShoes]

From the Chicago Eagle
Shocking Development at Lakefront Grounds
Everything but game for Opening Day

A parade, brass brand and all the usual spectacle of opening day was on display at the home of our Chicago Empires. Everything but the scheduled opponents; the Indianapolis Base Ball Club.

The Browns, already reeling from the illegal contract jumping of Aubrey Fairie to the Louisville entry in the outlaw Columbia Association, had received a wire indicating the day’s challenger were en route, but delayed. A check of the railroad logs, after an indeterminable delay, indicated the hoosiers had formulated a hoax, and never were in route to Chicago.

To their credit, the Chicagos quickly recruited an amateur nine for an exhibition and offered full refunds to the gather crowd, one of the largest in recent memory. “I know not if the Indianapolis club has folded or is trying to gain some sort of advantage,” said field captain Aron Mousser. “But I do assure the sporting public of Chicago, we shall gain vengeance on the field of honor.”

[SelzShoes]

About 1/2 way through playing the 1880 season. Should have it done over the long weekend.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Good, I was starting getting worried. :)

[SelzShoes]

Good, I was starting getting worried. :)
I've just been playing with 6.5 too much to focus on this dynasty! 6.5--good for more modern eras, not so much for 19th century.

This is a loooooong term project to get where I want to be (at least 1 year, probably longer), so breaks like this will happen time to time. Good to know people are still interested--but truthfully, I'd be doing it like this even without an audience. Ok, I might not be writing stuff down like this, but I'd still be making up the stories.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Oh, I know you've said already those breaks would happen, and it's probably just as well in order to keep your interest and creative skills up to the standard you've already set.

[SelzShoes]

From the New York World

While the Empire League, once the unchallenged monolith lording over base ball, wallows in a flurry of anger and threats a new hope for the Grand American Game is flourishing. With parks closed and players restless to feel the blood heat with competition, the Columbia Association is the only outlet for superior base ball play at the moment. While executives and official dicker over the concept of a schedule; the Columbia Association takes to the field with a full slate of games.

Many thought the defection of Aubrey Fairie, the self-proclaimed King of the Diamond, to the Louisville squad was an aberration. Now, former foes and allies alike look at the foresight of the King—he is pulling a weekly pay envelope, while the Empire attempts to package a slate of games. Some may claim the harm done by the “European” schemes of Columbus and Indianapolis is only a temporary thing. These people need to be reminded base ball is not a method for a man to become rich. It is for men to soothe an unfulfilled lust for glory. People require food and raw goods; that is why these industries can withstand setbacks. True, entertainment and leisure are needed, but a base ball league is not a need. Thousands who proclaimed themselves Empire-Mad Cranks now fill parks for the Columbia. This two-week delay in play for the Empire may as well have the feel of a wake for the living.

[SelzShoes]

“Mr. Crow, do you not enjoy being in our employ?”

“Certainly I do sir; Chicago is a wonderful city to be pursuing my career in ball and education.”

“Then can you explain this?” The owner of the Chicago Browns threw an edition of the Chicago Eagle towards his prized starter. A portion of a story circled, in red ink for dramatic effect. A statement stood at the heart of the scarlet loop: “The Columbia Association is the best thing to happen to the ballplayer since the invention of the game. I hope it’s existence will result in men being able to make the game a vocation, not just summer employment.”

“Are these your words?”

“Yes sir.”

“You feel a group of interlopers trying to ruin my business is good?”

“Well, competition is good for the workers, it forces. . .” The hurler was cut off with a dismissive motion.

“This league might not have survived its first season with competition. The underhanded dealings of the Columbians may wreck this league; is that the type of competition you think is good for business?”

”Well, sir, even if the Empire fails, I shall have no problem finding a club to stride the box for.”

“Your words are seditious and detrimental to this club. I am suspending you without pay for 10 days.”

The young man slunk into his chair. “I’m bound by contract to honor you suspension, but I shall not be glad about it.”

Crow rose to exit the meeting as McCormick got in a parting shot. “Thinking about joining your pal Fairie in Louisville?”

“No sir, I have a contract to honor, and honor it I shall. But understand, at the end of the season, when it expires, I shall have the leverage, not you.”

[SelzShoes]

The Claremont Hotel, St. Louis.
He could not remember the pain being this intense, but, he grimly noted, he seemed to feel that way everyday. Grabbing his suitcase, he made his way toward the floor’s toilet; he couldn’t imagine using one of the out buildings from his younger days. Four walls and blinding white porcelain made the whole affair take on a heavenly feel.

It had been four years since the pain had become unbearable. The split, swollen hands. Innumerable breaks. And collections of bruises that made him look like a half---- most days. But his life was saved that day in New York; at least his career was. Drinking like an Irishman to dull the pain, that fellow at the bar had shown him a different way. None of the problems of alcohol, he promised just relief and peace. Growing up around slaughterhouses and ballplayers, the promise of peace was almost more appealing than the subsidence of pain. All whiskey and beer did was make a man agitated, willing to fight over imagined slights. And the toll on the body was as hard as the game.

But now, he was a slender—gaunt some said—figure on the field. The older players said he ‘looked’ like a catcher, weary and thoughtful. True, some days the only thought was getting the game over to get rid of the pain. Maybe even not swinging as hard or fielding as alertly as he should, but the pain got too much at the end of they day. He sat on the cool tile and opened his suitcase. A cheap paperboard one, but it did the job—couldn’t remember when he sold his leather one. He lifted out the smaller case, now his most prized possession; slowly, almost ritualistically opening it.

He noted he was running low on the morphine packs, as well as the Coca Tonic he needed before the game to shake off the cobwebs the shot sometimes brought. Carefully he put the syringe together and drew in the liquid. He reminded himself not to draw past the dosage mark the pharmacist had etched on the glass, but his fingers drew back half again as far. “Too many balls off the shins today couldn’t hurt,” same thing he had told himself the days before. And then, as slowly as he started, it was over so fast. Quickly he packed everything together, knowing how long he had to get back to his room before the relief and peace overtook him.

[SelzShoes]

for all the positive feedback I recieved on this when I was active. I'm sorry I wasn't able to take it all the way to the end, but I reached a point where I needed to get away from message boards for a time.

While I will not be continuing this dynasty, I will be starting a new one soon, and hope you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed bringing this one to life.

[fantastic flying froggies]

Sad to see this dynasty 's over I really enjoyed it...
FWIW, it is one of my nominees for the Golden Scribe awards...

I will definitely look at any other dynasty you put up...