Books ["Bill" Knox]
“They played the Legion team from Thomaston two games outa three and pretty close to a thousand dollars changed hands. Last game nearly ended in a riot. Legion fellas claimed the umpire was fixed. Hell, kiddo, he wasn't fixed. The Bridge had too gooda team fer 'em, that's all there was to it.
“Now, by God, they're playin' softball too, the Bridge I mean. I's glad I hain't livin' down there no more. This Eagles Athaletic club, or whatever they call it, they got a softball team. They take it so damn' serious, kiddo, it'd make you laugh, honest. I go just for the laughs. They argue and raise hell with the umpire, just like they was playin' baseball. Hain't no science to the game. Shut yer eyes and swing at that ole sofa pilla and pray, and yer just as liable to git a home run as not. Why, kiddo, old as I am I could git out there and belt it outa the lot.
“You mark my words it's goin' to ruin baseball. Out west they git bigger crowds to see the softball games then they do baseball today. That's a bad sign, kiddo. They got these girls' softball teams. And what does the crowd turn out fer? They don't want to see an athaletic contest, they just want to see the girls wearin' shorts, that's all. But its hurtin' baseball. Around here they turn out because every damn little factory's got a team, and they git all their friends and relatives to see the games.
“Where the big leagues gonna git their material from? All the kids [er?] playin, softball. They hain't no more sandlot baseball. It just goes to show you, kiddo, that the country hain't what it used to be. It's gittin' soft, you can see that, because softball is a game fer soft people. Hain't no chance-a stoppin'