Georgetown Gentlemen

12/16/2025

11/29/2025

🎄⚾ IT’S CHRISTMAS RAFFLE TIME! ⚾🎄

The Georgetown Gentlemen are proud to launch our 4th Annual Christmas Raffle — and this year’s prize package is our best yet!

One lucky supporter will win a Premium YETI beverage bucket packed with top-shelf Kentucky bourbons and holiday cheer — nearly $1,000 in value!

A huge THANK YOU to Landcal for donating the YETI cooler and Maime's Fine Wine and Gifts for expertly curating this amazing package!

Featured prizes included in the beverage bucket:
🥃 Woodford Reserve Kentucky Derby 146
🥃 Maker’s Mark Cellar Aged 2024
🥃 Coopers’ Craft Barrel Reserve
🥃 Cream of Kentucky Small Batch
🥃 Old Forester
👕 Georgetown Gentlemen T-Shirt
… and more!

Tickets: $10 each — NO LIMIT
As a 501(c)(3) charitable organization, tickets are tax-deductible
Raffle ends December 15

How to Purchase:
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Your support helps us preserve the history of America’s pastime and strengthen community spirit right here in Georgetown. ⚾❤️

Thank you for cheering us on — and good luck!

11/28/2025

From our family to yours, happy Thanksgiving!

10/31/2025

This Halloween, the Georgetown Gentlemen tip our caps to all those 19th-century ballplayers still haunting the basepaths. The game never dies — it just gets a little quieter after dark.

Play safe, have fun, and keep the spirit of baseball alive . . . if you can.

09/21/2025

This past Sabbath found our gallant nine, the Georgetown Gentlemen, journeying northward across the Ohio line to the fair city of Dayton, there to engage in a friendly match of base ball with the estimable Dayton Clodbusters. The grounds were laid at the Wilmington Woods, upon the pleasant estate of the 10 Wilmington Place Retirement Community. Though the weather was fair, the warmth of the afternoon proved a stout companion to the players, and many a brow was mopped betwixt innings.

The Gentlemen, though somewhat short-handed in their ranks, were fortified by the fresh legs of two promising recruits: Asher “Ace” Druen and Riley “Gunnar” Nelson, both youthful scholars at our local academies. These players proved themselves more than worthy to don the green and gray, and gave assurance of a bright future for our club.

The contest began with both sides showing spirited play. The Clodbusters, though scratching across two tallies in the opening inning, were checked mightily by the defensive works of our nine. In response, the Gentlemen struck back for a tally of their own, and all in attendance expected a close affair akin to former tilts between these two friendly rivals.

Alas, fortune soon frowned upon our heroes. Over the next three frames the Clodbusters found every nook of the field, aided at times by capricious caroms from the woodland trees. Combined with a handful of Gentlemanly muffs, the Dayton nine pressed their advantage, while our own well-struck balls found themselves swallowed by waiting hands. By the middle innings, the score grew lopsided.

Yet the Gentlemen were not without feats worthy of ink. Josh “Coppertop” Adkins displayed acrobatic skill, leaping high to snare a ball surely destined for safe passage to the field. Dustin “Rooster” Nelson, guarding the hot corner, scooped a sharply struck ball and heaved it to Daniel “Noodle” Baird at first for the put-out, while Noodle himself seemed ever-present, casting his frame to the ground again and again to halt drives down the line. At the pitcher’s post, Tommy “Molasses” Druen baffled several opponents into striking at air, his underhand deliveries as steady as the ticking of a clock.

The lumber of Rob “Bluegill” Gillespie and Nick “Cowboy” Hunt also made itself known. Twice did these sluggers drive the ball to the far reaches of the field, the spheres rolling into the roadway, thus ruled ground doubles. Meanwhile, the youthful Gunnar sped along the base paths like a gazelle, while Ace proved stout at the second base position, turning likely safeties into sure hands-outs. Their valor augurs well for the Gentlemen’s future campaigns.

Though our nine rallied stoutly in the later innings, the early deluge of Dayton runs proved insurmountable. The final ledger read Clodbusters 25, Gentlemen 8. Yet in an admirable exhibition of the true spirit of the game, both clubs agreed to close the formal contest after seven innings, and instead to partake in a three-inning friendly. In this shortened tilt, the Gentlemen found new vigor, scoring two runs in the opening inning and ultimately prevailing 2 to 1, thus securing a measure of satisfaction on the day.

Following the matches, the two clubs partook in hot sausages provided by our generous hosts of 10 Wilmington Place, and, true to custom, a bottle of Kentucky’s finest liquid corn passed hands courtesy of our Dayton brethren.

The Gentlemen now stand at nine victories against seven defeats upon the season. Their next engagement shall be this forthcoming Sabbath, the 28th of September, when they welcome their interstate rivals, the Bluegrass Barons, upon the venerable grounds of Ward Hall. The match is set to commence at 1:05 post meridian. We heartily encourage all friends of the national pastime to bring a blanket or chair, and lend their voices in support, as our Gentlemen play their final home match of the season.

Until next time, dear readers, may your skies be fair and your balls not foul.

08/23/2025

Earlier this morning, the town of Richmond, Kentucky came alive with cannonade and smoke, as if Mars himself had chosen to stretch his legs in our midst. Before a single ball was struck, the very heavens quivered with cannon fire, great belching reports shaking hats from heads and rattling corsets alike. Clouds of powder hung over the green field, turning the morning sun to a fiery red disc and reminding all present that the ground beneath us once knew the tread of Civil War soldiers’ boots and the cries of battle. Thus was the stage set for our own contest of valor—not with musket or sabre, but with bat and ball, and the noble spirit of sport. It was the setting for our Georgetown Gentlemen and the Cincinnati Red Stockings.

From the first, our gallant Georgetown Gentlemen, clad in their proud hues of green and gray, looked every inch the part of champions. Taking the willow with vim and vigor, they struck first, tallying two runs. Yet the Cincinnati Red Stockings, hailing from that mighty metropolis to the north, proved they were no timid rabbits. In their first turn, they countered with three tallies of their own, seizing the lead and holding it like a miser clutching his last haypenny.

What followed was a game of defense so stout it might have shamed the very fortifications of the Civil War. Rob “Bluegill” Gillispie roamed the outfield with hands possessed of some magnetic force—every sphere sent his way leapt into his grasp as if charmed. Matt “Mustang” Cizek, manning the catcher’s point, conjured sorcery by juggling a foul tip three times before finally clasping it to his bosom. And let it not be forgotten how Lonnie “Downtown” Brown, with the recklessness of a cavalry charge, hurled himself upon the ground at second, smothering a ball that surely would have galloped to the farthest reaches of the field.

At the striker’s line, our lads showed equal gallantry. Aaron “Steamer” Fairchild and Daniel “Iowa” Lamoreux swung their bats as though firing cannon, sending mighty blasts that soared skyward as loud as the guns that had earlier shaken the earth. Josh “Coppertop” Adkins, Alan “Big Al” Hale, and Dustin “Rooster” Nelson dashed about the bases with such cunning that one might suspect they had studied foxes in their leisure. And Tommy “Molasses” Druen, who manned the pitcher’s mound with steady resolve, proved surprisingly adept with the bat, striking a trio of clean singles in three appearances.

Alas! In the final inning Dame Fortune betrayed our valiant Gentlemen. The Stockings unleashed a flurry of mighty strikes, balls bounding and skipping in devilish fashion, eluding even the surest hands. With one thundering blow after another, the tallies mounted beyond recovery. When the dust had settled, the final count stood 17 for Cincinnati and 8 for Georgetown.

Yet let not this defeat be mistaken for disgrace! Against a club as renowned as the Red Stockings, our Gentlemen proved their worth in every inning, never yielding without a fight. Their season mark now rests at eight victories against six defeats, a record that speaks of pluck, grit, and no small measure of Kentucky pride.

The campaign continues apace, for next Sunday the Gentlemen march to Columbus, Ohio, to contest the famed Ohio Cup. Three battles await them that day—the Muffins at nine o’ the clock, the Maroons at noon, and the Canal Jumpers at two bells. Should you have occasion to journey north, do so, for there is no finer sight than our brave Gentlemen taking the field, bats flashing, feet flying, and spirits unbowed.

Raise high the cheer, Georgetown! For win or lose, these lads of ours play the grand old game with such heart and humor that every contest is a victory of the soul.

Until next time, dear readers, may your skies be fair and your balls not foul.

08/17/2025

On this fair Sunday afternoon, our town’s fair base ball heroes, the Georgetown Gentlemen, defied the heat to take to the field once again. The thermometer stood at ninety-two degrees with the oppressive atmosphere pressing as though a heavy woolen cloak upon the shoulders. Yet, that could not daunt the spirits of the faithful cranks, who thronged the manicured field of the Ward Hall estate in lively multitude. They were there to watch an afternoon doubleheader against the Tippecanoe Canal Jumpers, who hailed from Tipp City, Ohio.

When the opening contest commenced, the Gentlemen seized the moment with a ferocity that left the visitors gasping. Matt “Cornbread” Nunn struck the horsehide with the violence of a blacksmith’s hammer upon an anvil, while Aaron “Steamer” Fairchild sent scorching liners darting as arrows through the summer haze, and Matt “Mule” Koch did pummel the ball with such brutish force as to suggest he might uproot a fence post were it in his path. By the conclusion of the early innings, the tally board displayed a commanding 7 to 1 advantage for the hosts, and the cranks, though near melting in the heat, found their lungs robust enough for thunderous approbation.

The Canal Jumpers, not content to be trounced, displayed commendable spirit and sought to rally. Yet time and again their designs were dashed by the unyielding fortress of the Georgetown infield—Drew “Bucky” Beckett, Nate “Scooter” Schwartz, and Nick “Cowboy” Hunt. These three, positioned as sentinels upon the sacred diamond, performed their duties with a precision that might well have been drilled by the Prussian army itself. No bound or daisy-cutter passed their watch unchallenged.

Equally deserving of laurel in that opening frame was the indefatigable Rob “Bluegill” Gillispie, patrolling the far meadow with the vigilance of a hawk in the heavens. Time and again he dashed fleetly to seize upon drives that lesser men might have surrendered to the grass, and on one occasion his mighty return throw narrowly missed rendering the striker out at first. So commanding was his exhibition of fielding art that the Canal Jumpers, in jest yet with more truth than levity, petitioned that he be made to sit the second contest, lest his prowess render their labors vain.

Fate, as fickle as a maiden’s favor, conspired in the final inning, permitting the Ohioans to string together a furious succession of drives that at last knotted the tally at seven apiece. A hush descended, the cranks biting their lips in apprehension. Yet the Gentlemen, with nerves of tempered steel and hearts aflame with resolve, strode to their final hand unshaken. There, amidst pounding cheers and flapping hats, they plated three decisive tallies. Victory was secured by the noble count of 10 to 7.

Thereafter, both players and spectators availed themselves of a much-needed respite. The players reclined upon the grass, imbibing water with the thirst of men long at campaign, while the gathered multitude sought the refreshment vendors. Hot dogs, steaming and fragrant, were consumed, while merchants of base ball memorabilia conducted brisk trade, exchanging paper likenesses of the nation’s sporting heroes for the coins of eager lads. Children frolicked upon the lawn, matrons conversed in tones both genteel and animated, and all awaited with anticipation the second clash of the afternoon.

When the signal was at last given, the Gentlemen again took to the field, this time employing a strategy most cunning. With the heat yet more oppressive and the sun seemingly on the field as well, they rotated their hurlers—Dustin “Rooster” Nelson, Zack “Bull” Francis, and Jon “Irish” Flanary—in gallant succession, each man straining sinew and muscle to deliver his best.

As before, the affair began brightly for our lads. Rob “Bluegill” Gillispie lofted a prodigious shot into the outer expanse, his lumber ringing like a church bell, and Cowboy Hunt once again displayed his daring feet, scampering with such agility as to render him near uncatchable. Timely swats from Eric “No Name” Clark and Josh “Coppertop” Adkins pressed men to the sacks, and the tally board soon reflected a promising 4 to 2 advantage. The cranks stamped their boots and waved their hats, certain of another triumph.

Yet this contest was governed under the bound rules, and these proved a cruel mistress to our gallant hosts. Many a mighty blow, struck with conviction and sent skyward, fell but a few feet before the Canal Jumpers’ watchful scouts, who gathered them with ease as a miser gathers his coin. Still, a moment of sublime heroism enraptured the spectators: Coleman “Major” Payne, vigilant at the third sack, encountered a devilish bounder. The ball, possessed of mischievous backspin, reversed its course toward the striker’s line. Without hesitation, Major cast himself full-length upon the turf, plucking the ball from the very jaws of chaos. Rising with triumphant grin, he raised the captured sphere heavenward, and the cranks, near delirious, roared their approval until the very rafters of Ward Hall might have quivered.

But fortune, ever changeful, turned her gaze upon the visitors in the fourth inning. Then it was that the Jumpers did unleash a veritable tempest of strokes, driving ball after ball deep into the far meadow, scattering our fleet outfielders and piling tally upon tally with pitiless regularity. Our boys battled valiantly in the innings that followed, chipping at the lead with grit and determination. Major Payne stretched what might have been a single into a home run. However, the hill proved too steep to surmount. When at last the final hand was concluded, the Canal Jumpers claimed their revenge, 15 tallies to 12.

Thus concluded a day of base ball endeavor most spirited, with the honors split evenly betwixt hosts and guests. The Gentlemen now stand with eight victories and five defeats upon their season’s ledger.

Their next trial will be upon the hallowed fields of Richmond, Kentucky, on Saturday, August 23rd, where they shall encounter the renowned 1869 Cincinnati Red Stockings. At 10:30 am, the first strike shall be delivered at Battlefield Park. Let all true-hearted cranks rally to the cause, make pilgrimage thither, and lend voice and vigor, that the Gentlemen of Georgetown may once more ascend the heights of glory, draped in their proud green and gray.

08/17/2025

Come on out tomorrow! See some vintage baseball player and visit with some baseball card dealers!

07/11/2025

In a contest fit for the annals of Kentucky lore, the Georgetown Gentlemen welcomed a group of spirited lads, and one lass, of the Paris Bourbonites, to the west field of the storied Ward Hall estate for a doubleheader of base ball beneath the evening sky. With the first pitch tossed as the sun headed towards Frankfort, the teams sought respite from the July furnace and waged their friendly feud in what was hailed as the second annual Battle for the Barrel.

To the uninitiated, the moniker may require explanation. The proud towns of Georgetown and Paris have long quarreled over which may lay rightful claim to being the true cradle of bourbon whiskey. Parisians point to their Jacob Spears as the spirit’s forefather, while Georgetonians, stout in their conviction, invoke the Rev. Elijah Craig as the original distiller. A barrel which formally held the potent potable was set as trophy for the night’s victors—along with temporary bragging rights as the birthplace of bourbon, naturally.

The squads agreed to a doubleheader, each match consisting of four innings—first by the bound-friendly 1864 rules, followed by a fly-only affair per the 1869 style. To determine who would take the field first, the teams engaged in that most masculine of athletic customs—an arm-wrestling contest. The Bourbonites put forth a burly gent called “Tiny” (an appellation steeped in irony), while the Gentlemen leaned on their own brawny son, Daniel “Iowa” Lamoreux. After a bout that had the crowd leaning in and gasping, Iowa’s might prevailed, and the home nine took the field first.

Game one commenced with Tommy “Molasses” Druen hurling the onion with precision, dispatching the first two Bourbonites he faced. Yet Paris rallied to notch a pair of tallies before the inning closed. The Gentlemen answered with one run, but still trailed. A similar exchange in the second left the score 4–2 in favor of the visitors.

Then came the third, and what a display it was! With bats singing and spirits high, the Gentlemen near batted around, raking nine runs across the plate. Big blows were delivered by Aaron “Steamer” Fairchild and Coleman “Major” Payne, whose bats cracked like thunder over the field. Nick “Cowboy” Hunt and Alan “Big Al” Hale wreaked havoc on the basepaths, galloping like wild colts. In the field, Bryon “Hotshot” Ellis at third and Drew “Bucky” Beckett at short kept the Bourbonites honest with slick hands and quicker feet.

Though Paris mounted a three-run rally in the fourth, the Gentlemen held fast, sealing an 11–7 triumph in the opener.
As the sun furthered its descent, game two began. The Bourbonites, having found their rhythm and capitalizing on a few ill-timed blunders by the Gentlemen, began to stretch their advantage inning by inning. Young Layne “Dugin” Royse, a mere 13 years of age, patrolled left field like a seasoned campaigner, robbing the Gentlemen of sure hits. Eric “Musket” Hatch blasted a ball so far it may yet be sailing eastward. Meanwhile, Jack “Chubbs” Koch darted around the bases like a greased possum, and Steve “Super” McCauley—more often seen wielding a ruler than a bat as the Paris school superintendent—proved that his feet still had fleet.

Down 14–6 entering the bottom of the fourth, the Gentlemen summoned all their dander. With grit and gumption, they began to chip away at the deficit, drawing nearer and nearer, until only three runs separated the squads. Lonnie “Downtown” Brown delivered a timely strike, and Matt “Mustang” Cizek twice found himself belly-down between third and home, but miraculously crossed the plate, drawing raucous cheers from the gathered cranks.

Alas, with two outs and momentum still building, a final tip from the bat was deftly snagged by Will “Big Red” Wilson, and the Bourbonites took the nightcap.

With the tally tied at one apiece, the barrel itself shall remain in dispute until next year’s showdown, though spirits on both sides were as high as the evening’s full moon. Players from both squads shared laughs, handshakes, and hearty fare afterward, proving once more that gentlemanly sport binds more than it divides.

Of special note was the grand turnout of cranks—men, women, and younglings alike—whose cheers rang out through the Ward Hall grounds. Local vendors offered their wares, and the evening took on the air of a true town gathering, a celebration not only of base ball but of community.

The Gentlemen now sit at a commendable 7–4 on the season. With bumps, bruises, and sunburns alike, they shall enjoy a deserved respite before taking the field again on August 17th. Until then, they rest under the knowledge that on one fine evening in July, they gave their town a game—or two—to remember.

Until next time, dear readers, may your skies be fair and your balls not foul.

07/10/2025

Tonight is the night! Come on out to Ward Hall and watch some base ball!

07/08/2025

Reminder that the Battle for the Barrel is THIS Thursday night! But we've got more than baseball for you!

We'll have some food and really cool vendors including:

Buddy Love's Food Trailer
Hickory Grove Farm
Old Kentucky Kettle Corn
Next Level Academic Services
Sadieville Soap
Sweet 'n Simple Elderberry
Purplewood Farm

Grab some friends, chairs or blankets and come on out to see the OLD ballgame!