A scorching line drive, headed for center field, cracks off the bat of Tom "Big Bat" Fesolowich of the Brooklyn Excelsiors. It lands some 30 feet behind second base, but right in front of the Mineola Washingtons' center fielder, who grabs the ball in his bare hands. The fans cheer an apparent single, but Big Bat and his teammates know otherwise.
Big Bat is out.
The call sends all of us neophytes to the game of Old Time Base Ball (two words), being played at Long Island's Old Bethpage Village Restoration, fumbling for our yellow rule sheets. Yep, Big Bat is out all right, according to the rules of 1864 -- the ones being followed here on the opening game of the 2004 season -- as a batted ball caught on "one bound anywhere in the field" is just another "hand down" (out).
Since 1980, both avid and casual fans of what is now the national pastime have been coming to this 209-acre, mid-19th-century outdoor museum owned and operated by the Nassau County Department of Parks, Recreation and Museums to see how the game was played in its infancy. What began as just another in a series of occasional living-history demonstrations caught on big -- not only among visitors to the village (for whom baseball is just one of its many attractions), but also among local amateur ballplayers of all ages.
Each Sunday from late April through mid-October (weather permitting), visitors get to see a double-header played by four of Old Bethpage Village's eight resident teams. The first game (11 a.m.) adheres to the 1864 rules, the second (2 p.m.) to the more modern 1887 rules.
In a scene reminiscent of amateur games across the country in years gone by, a pair of geese has to be shooed out of the high grass in right field, which in this case truly is a field -- and an unevenly mowed, uphill one at that. The squads, which take their names from actual teams of the period and dress in wool jerseys and striped caps copied from old photos, line up along the foul lines and introduce themselves to the several dozen fans who have taken their own place atop a series of plain wooden benches.
All sport colorful nicknames, most of which relate to the game they love -- "Kid Speed," "Big Bat," "Two Bag," etc. As was the tradition 140 years ago, the home team has provided an umpire, selected from among the most respected members of the community. In this case, it's lawyer Harry Higham of Tallman, N.Y., whose great-great-grandfather had actually been an umpire in the early National League.
With little fanfare, the umpire takes his position to the right of the batter's box, the Excelsiors take the field and play begins.
The first underhand (yes, underhand) pitch is neither bad enough to merit a warning to the pitcher nor good enough to provoke a warning to the batter, so Higham says nothing. Eventually a swing is taken and the ball -- slightly larger but much softer than today's hardball -- rolls toward third only to die in the high grass.
Infield hits prove common, but not nearly as common as muffs (errors), since there are no gloves, a sartorial absence that makes both fielding a hit ball and catching a thrown one anything but routine. Not surprisingly, there are also lots of stolen bases, which keeps the game moving right along.