Walnut Cove, June 8—After having the bases filled on them three innings in succession, the King baseball team walked off the diamond here last Saturday and said: “We ain’t gonna play no more.” The umpire gave the game to Walnut Cove, 9 to 0.
The whole trouble started from King’s imported pitcher, from the wilds of the Yadkin Valley. When, with the bases full and no one out, Walnut Cove’s coach assisted a runner, who had slid into third, to his feet, and the umpire, not seeing anything wrong, called everything safe, the angel from Yadkin ascended. This was a very unusual kick to come from a man whose actions in the box were much like an Indian dancing a war dance. An umpire to hue to the line would call a balk on half of his deliveries. It was purely an angel in distress.
After this, Manager Sprinkle was unable to handle his men. They all said, “I want to see my mama. I got to go home.” The action the King team took might not have looked so bad in 1897, but this day of real sportsmanship, it was very much out of order. It makes one doubt the Evolution Theory.
From the front page of the Danbury Reporter, Wednesday, June 9, 1926
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