Bremerton scored first in the second inning on a walk, a single by Al Ronning and an infield out. In the fourth, Ronning scored the second run on a fly-out after singling. The final two outs came in the seventh on Bill Reese's single after Hooks Devaurs and Eddie Murphy had singled ahead of him.
Wenatchee .... 000 000 000—0 4 1
Bremerton ...... 010 100 20x—4 9 1
Frost and Dalrymple; Kittle and Ronning.
VANCOUVER, April 25 — Manager Bill Brenner tonight walloped a ninth-inning homer to give the Vancouver Capilanos a 6-5 win over the Yakima Stars and their fifth consecutive Western International League baseball victory.
Pinch-hitting for hurler Jack Meister after Yakima had tied the ball game at 5-5 in the first half of the ninth on a one-run homer by Art Lilly, Brenner showed his mates how it should be done by knocking a pitch over the left field fence to win the hard-fought tilt.
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VANCOUVER [The Sun, April 26, 1947]—The good ship Capilano was sailing along full speed ahead today, after master pilot Bill Brenner poled a ninth-inning home run to defeat Yakima Stars 6-5 in another thriller enacted at Cap Stadium last night.
Brenner, who is authoring himself a Pultizer Prize biography in his first season as a manager, was in this game merely as a pinch-hitter. The clutch hit, on a waist-high inside fast ball, was a towering 370-foot drive which cleared the far-away left field fence by a furlong or so.
Jack Meister was the winning pitcher, the fifth in succession for the Caps. But Meister almost let this one get away. He had a 5-1 lead going into the seventh canto. Then the Yak-Yaks started to wait him out.
EARLY LEAD
Meister strolled eight batters [to first base during the nine innings; unreadable line]. Only five hits were recorded off large Jack, but one was Art Lilly’s ninth frame four-master which sewed it up at 5-5 and set the stage for pinch-hitter non-pariel, William Brenner.
As has been their habit lately, the Caps teed up early and gave Meister a working margin. Rowe Wallerstein, just out of the American Army Air Forces and down from Hollywood for a “control” trial, couldn’t find the plate at all. Before Harlond Clift hauled him out, the Caps had three pairs on balls, a pair of bingles, and three runs.
FAIR COMPANY
There were two more added in the third chukker and the Caps were through until Mr. Brenner, the Tumwater Terror, applied the finishing touches.
DIAMOND DUST: Yakima pitcher John Brysch, the Stars’ third tosser, kept goo company while in the U.S. Navy. ... While stationed at San Diego, John was playing on the same team as Pete Jonas, Cleveland’s Bob Lemon and Texas Leaguer Jack Paepke. ... Little Buddy Hjlemaa turned in another fielding masterpiece for the Caps. ... In the second, Sam Stasssi belted a hot shot through the box, and Hjelmaa, with a wild dive, came up with a one-handed stop and threw his man out. ... Lee Mohr, the flashy Cap keystoner, watched this game from the press box. ... Thursday night, Lee took a hot tip on the right toe and the member kept him hobbling all night. ... It isn’t serious and Lee will likely see action today. ... In his absence Len Tran was moved to second and Lou Estes came in at the hot corner where he turned in a good chore. ... Tonight at 8:30, Hunk Anderson will be looking for his second verdict of the week when he faces the Stars. ... Tony Brodie, an all-American boy, and Orrin Snyder have been shipped off to the West Texas League for further experience.
Yakima ......... 100 000 211—5 5 1
Vancouver .... 302 000 001—6 9 2
Wallerstein, Strait (1), Brysch (3) and Kerr; Meister and Stumpf.
VICTORIA — Pat Patterson crashed out two doubles and two triples to drive in five runs while Jack Harshman added an inside-the-park homer and a double for three runs as Victoria outlasted Salem 11-10 Thursday night in Western International League baseball.
It took a two-run seventh inning for Victoria to ensure a win. Reliever Joe Blankenship singled sharply with one out, then Harshman and Patterson followed with well-tagged doubles to make the score 11-8.
Patterson's double hit the Hudson's Bay sign above the scoreboard in centre to win a $50 prize.
A walk, a double and a single scored two Senators in the eighth to close the gap, but Blankenship retired the side in the ninth.
The Athletics jumped on Sinovic for seven runs in the first three innings. Paul Soderburg replaced him and gave up another pair of runs in the fourth for a 9-5 Victoria lead.
A series of errors gave the visitors five runs off 18-year-old Dick Mitchell in the first three innings. Blankenship was set in after a run in the sixth and three solid hits in the seventh.
The Athletics have sent speedy little outfielder Sol Isræl to Quincy in the Three-I League. He was batting .083 (two for 24) with three runs scored and two runs batted in.
Salem ...... 032 001 220—10 12 3
Victoria .... 232 200 20x—11 14 6
Sinovic, Soderburg (4) and Beard; Mitchell, Blankenship (7) and Mastro.
Spokane ... 000 130 005—9 10 1
Tacoma .... 010 030 010—5 10 4
Costello and Bufflap; Gilson, Shapley (6) and Kuper.
THE HOME PLATE
By KEITH MATTHEWS
[Vancouver Sun, April 26, 1947]
Starting out on a first columnistic venture, and where do we go from here? ... The boss suggested bringing to you the intimate and technical sides of baseball—the lives and loves of the glamorous ball player, so to speak.
When you come right down to it, this life is not all glamor. Sure, the kids are always outside the dressing room, waiting to claim their autographs. But you wouldn’t call a week at home and then “hit the road, Bo” all glamor, would you?
It’s a hard, gritty life. A schedule such as the Western International’s finds the Caps on the road for 77 games. On the split week basis, that’s over 35 road trips. And you’re seeing the same faces, hearing the same jokes and looking at the same fruitless poker hands all the way.
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That’s when you need a couple of fellows like Bob Stumpf and Jack Meister, a pair of dyed-in-the-wool kibitzers. Stumpf and his tenor frog voice with its Bronx rasp, give you the laughs. Meister is the straight man. He is until he takes off on his Al Jolson pantomime, anyway. On the opening Salem jaunt, Meister sang a Jolson repertoire which lasted for an hour.
These, then, are the fellows who make it a happy life for the rest. On every club there is the kibitzer. The players will tell you he is the most valuable on the team, not the man who hits that long ball, or wins 20 games.
Ball players all have their peculiarities. The wad in the cheek, for instance. Some demand the time honored chaw. Others settle for gum.
Since the days of Joe “Chaw” Daily, Bill Wright has been the greatest lover of the plug. Bill, present Cap right-fielder, is never without it. Off the field Wright is an El Cigaro addict. In the ball game Bill is always well and truly plugged.
Big Bill, the Walla Walla walloper, rarely chews his own. In 1942 Don Osborn was also tapped for Will’s supply. Last season Wright didn’t play any favorites, although Bob Snyder, another lover, gave up the most. As far as I have seen this year, Bill has been chewing his own. But he’s likely just sizing up his field.
* * *
Off the diamond the players live much the same as the man who works the four to 12 at the shipyards. Up at the crack of noon, they lay into a hefty breakfast, which consists of three eggs, ham or bacon, toast (four pieces), coffee and likely a repeat dose of the whole order.
Most of the Caps go for lacrosse. To Americans this is something new and intriguing. Frank Mullens, Jim Estrada, Bill Brenner and Lou Estes attend regularly when their ball game is rained out. Once last year Alex Palica sat through an entire game reading the comics. They’re not all the same, you see.
In the afternoon, the players gather in hotel lobbies and “barber,” which is baseball slang for gossip. Movies are high on the agenda, but an overdose of this is hard on the batting eye. It’s most an afternoon spent in a lazy-dazy way. Ball players, incidentally, are not allowed to swim. Bad for the muscles, you know.
That’s just a brief outline of a ball player’s life. As you can see, you don’t have to live, eat and sleep baseball, but it helps.
When you come right down to it, this life is not all glamor. Sure, the kids are always outside the dressing room, waiting to claim their autographs. But you wouldn’t call a week at home and then “hit the road, Bo” all glamor, would you?
It’s a hard, gritty life. A schedule such as the Western International’s finds the Caps on the road for 77 games. On the split week basis, that’s over 35 road trips. And you’re seeing the same faces, hearing the same jokes and looking at the same fruitless poker hands all the way.
* * *
That’s when you need a couple of fellows like Bob Stumpf and Jack Meister, a pair of dyed-in-the-wool kibitzers. Stumpf and his tenor frog voice with its Bronx rasp, give you the laughs. Meister is the straight man. He is until he takes off on his Al Jolson pantomime, anyway. On the opening Salem jaunt, Meister sang a Jolson repertoire which lasted for an hour.
These, then, are the fellows who make it a happy life for the rest. On every club there is the kibitzer. The players will tell you he is the most valuable on the team, not the man who hits that long ball, or wins 20 games.
Ball players all have their peculiarities. The wad in the cheek, for instance. Some demand the time honored chaw. Others settle for gum.
Since the days of Joe “Chaw” Daily, Bill Wright has been the greatest lover of the plug. Bill, present Cap right-fielder, is never without it. Off the field Wright is an El Cigaro addict. In the ball game Bill is always well and truly plugged.
Big Bill, the Walla Walla walloper, rarely chews his own. In 1942 Don Osborn was also tapped for Will’s supply. Last season Wright didn’t play any favorites, although Bob Snyder, another lover, gave up the most. As far as I have seen this year, Bill has been chewing his own. But he’s likely just sizing up his field.
* * *
Off the diamond the players live much the same as the man who works the four to 12 at the shipyards. Up at the crack of noon, they lay into a hefty breakfast, which consists of three eggs, ham or bacon, toast (four pieces), coffee and likely a repeat dose of the whole order.
Most of the Caps go for lacrosse. To Americans this is something new and intriguing. Frank Mullens, Jim Estrada, Bill Brenner and Lou Estes attend regularly when their ball game is rained out. Once last year Alex Palica sat through an entire game reading the comics. They’re not all the same, you see.
In the afternoon, the players gather in hotel lobbies and “barber,” which is baseball slang for gossip. Movies are high on the agenda, but an overdose of this is hard on the batting eye. It’s most an afternoon spent in a lazy-dazy way. Ball players, incidentally, are not allowed to swim. Bad for the muscles, you know.
That’s just a brief outline of a ball player’s life. As you can see, you don’t have to live, eat and sleep baseball, but it helps.
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