Letters written by Jack Keefe, a professional baseball player, to his friend Al, at home, give a blow-by-blow account of Keefe's tribulations in the big leagues. Originally bought by the Chicago White Sox, he is sold to San Francisco, re-bought by Chicago, and eventually passed on to the New York Giants. Through it all Jack complains, boasts, makes excuses, talks too much, and thinks too little.
could of did better than that if I had of cut loose.
Manager Callahan is a funny guy and I don't understand him sometimes. I can't figure out if he is kidding or in ernest. We road back to Oakland on the ferry together after yesterday's game and he says Don't you never throw a slow ball? I says I don't need no slow ball with my spitter and my fast one. He says No of course you don't need it but if I was you I would get one of the boys to learn it to me. He says And you better watch the way the boys fields their positions and holds up the runners. He says To see you work a man might think they had a rule in the Central League forbidding a pitcher from leaving the box or looking toward first base.
I told him the Central didn't have no rule like that. He says And I noticed you taking your wind up when What's His Name was on second base there to-day. I says Yes I got more stuff when I wind up. He says Of course you have but if you wind up like that with Cobb on base he will steal your watch and