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Archive for September 1st, 2016

Somewhere in the Midwest. . .

Taking advantage of a lull before the onset of the fall harvesting season, Rochester’s vintage ambassadors lately embarked on a base ball pilgrimage to ballistic outposts throughout the territory. A memorable ride on an express stagecoach brought the Grangers to Huntington, Indiana, where they gave a tutorial to the locals on the fundamentals of the game. On a perfect day befitting a tintype postcard, Hoosier hospitality ruled as the suspendered stalwarts were treated to a double header of base ball, as well as a picnic lunch.

A two-day sojourn to Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan, was next on the itinerary, where the Grangers competed in the World Tournament of Historic Base Ball. The event featured top-flight competition amongst twelve of the finest nines east of the Mississippi, as well as a keen opportunity to hobnob with celebrity Village residents. Among those was inventor Thomas Edison, who demonstrated a new method to create light in a tiny globe he called an “incandescent bulb.” Flinty field marshal Patrick “Barnraiser” McKay seemed clearly taken with the amusement, but noted its probable limited use given modern society’s easy access to candles. At a nearby bicycle shop, Kelvin “Hawkeye” Rosonke encountered a brotherly duo discussing an improbable plan to build a new-fangled flying machine called the “aeroplane.”

Back on the road, the Grangers concluded their month-long peripeteia with a match in Royal Oak, Michigan, against their old friends, the Wahoos. The exercise grounds, located adjacent to Old Woodward Avenue, permitted access for those inclined to observe a multitude of experimental gas-combustion chariots in a parade called the “Dream Cruise.” The juxtaposition of the roaring, noxious highway machinery stood in contrast to the sights and sounds of the bucolic game, thereby distinguishing the inherent appeal of the respective pursuits.

Concluding their junket with a sumptuous smorgasbord put on by the locals, the Grangers took a moment to reflect on the universal appeal of the Nation’s newest pastime. A postlude salute to their hosts of their a capella tome, “For the Love of the Game,” punctuated the afternoon festivities, prompting commendation from music aficionados and toe-tappers alike. As the boys of summer loaded up the buckboards, all agreed it was time to come home.