And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales. It's springtime and

baseball's on a lot of mines right now. It's been a while since we've done a good

Zangay baseball story and we have one for you today, the Rubbs Waterloo.

Zengrave was known for a lot of things, but he specialized in writing about the American

West fishing of which he knew a lot and baseball, which he played in minor leagues.

And this is the baseball of a little over a hundred years ago

when a team was comprised mostly of locals and they definitely had a lot of fun with

the game.

And now the Rubbs Waterloo by Zane Gray.

It was about the sixth inning that I suspected the Rub of Weakening.

For that matter he had not pitched anything resembling his usual brand of baseball.

But the rub had developed into such a wonder in the box that it took time for his let down to dawn upon me.

Also it took a tip from Raddy who sat with me on the bench.

Khan, the rub isn't himself today, said Radborn. His mind's not on the game. He seems

hurried and flustered too. If he doesn't explode presently, I'm a dub at calling the turn.

Now Raddy was the best judge of a pitcher's condition, physical or mental, in the Eastern League.

It was a Saturday, and we were on the road. physical or mental in the Eastern League.

It was a Saturday and we were on the road

finishing up a series with the Rochester's.

Each team had won and lost a game, and as I was climbing close to the

leaders in the pennant race, I wanted the third and deciding game of that Rochester series.

The usual big Saturday crowd was in attendance, noisy, demonstrative, and exacting. In this sixth inning the first man up for Rochester

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