Then Easterly pops out and I says Now I guess youâre sorry you didnât let me hit. That sent him right up in the air and he bawled me awful. Honest Al I would of cracked him right in the jaw if we hadnât been right out where everybody could of saw us. Well he sent Cicotte in to finish and they didnât score no more and we didnât neither.
I road down in the car with Gleason. He says Boy you shouldnât ought to talk like that to Cal. Some day he will lose his temper and bust you one. I says He wonât never bust me. I says He didnât have no right to talk like that to me. Gleason says I suppose you think heâs going to laugh and smile when we lost four out of the first five games. He says Wait till tonight and then go up to him and let him know you are sorry you sassed him. I says I didnât sass him and I ainât sorry.