Five thousand mournful rooters for the Browns saw the Pittsburgs play a better game than the home team, and watched the visitors strut off the field with all honors of the day and a score of 4 to 1 in their favor. The first inning was featureless, except the retirement on strikes of Smith, Pittsburg's star batsman. In the second inning both Pittsburg and St. Louis scored. That was the last of it for the Browns. Then followed seven innings with ciphers where St. Louis runs ought to have been. Pittsburg scored easily in the sixth, and picked up two more runs in the eighth on Brodie's double over first base.
-Sporting Life, May 1, 1897
So I guess this is going to be the fun part? I guess it's going to be fun covering the day to day futility of the worst St. Louis major league professional team that ever existed? And, boy, does that last sentence need more punctuation. But at least we're talking about baseball - the game on the field - rather than politics or economics or all the nonsense that surrounds the game.
I love baseball. I love the game. I'm never happier than when I'm sitting in the left field bleachers at Busch Stadium, in the warm sun, with a margarita in my hand, and a game being played on the field. That's as good as it gets for me. And I'd much rather be writing and talking about a cruddy, scuffling team on the field than any of the off-field stuff. I'm going to try and avoid covering the collapse of Von der Ahe's fortune in 1897 and focus on the Bad News Browns. If I find something interesting or something I haven't seen before, sure, I'll post it but I really want to focus on just baseball for awhile.
So, with that said, here we have game one. It's the first of 102 losses.