Bremerton .... 41 29 .586 --
Spokane ...... 39 30 .565 1½
Salem ........ 39 30 .565 1½
Victoria ..... 37 36 .507 5½
Vancouver .... 34 33 .507 5½
Tacoma ....... 35 34 .507 5½
Yakima ....... 28 40 .412 12
Wentachee .... 24 45 .348 16½
VICTORIA — The Salem Senators defeated the Victoria Athletics for the seventh straight time with a 6-5 win tonight at Royal Athletic Park.
Hunk Anderson went the route for the winners, but he weakened in the last three innings when he gave our five of the seven hits he allowed. He also walked 10.
Loser Bill Woop was reached for 13 hits but walked only five a struck out 10.
Most of Woop's troubles came after two were out. Salem put together two singles and a double to take a 2-0 first inning lead after two easy outs. Joe Skeber led off the fourth with a high home run but Woop had two away when Mel Nunes drove in two with a long single.
Anderson struck a telling blow in his own behalf by dropping a home run over the centre field fence in the eighth, which proved to be the winning margin.
Johnny Cavalli drove in two runs in the Victoria second to tie the game at 2-2, but didn't score again until Jack Harshman came up in the seventh with the bases loaded and dumped a single into right field for two runs. He was caught trying to stretch it into a double and the rally suddenly ended.
Woop singled in Babe Jensen to complete Victoria's scoring in the eighth.
Salem ......... 200 300 030—6 13 0
Victoria ...... 020 000 210—5 7 1
Anderson and Beard; Woop and Mastro.
TACOMA, June 27 — Laying down a 12-hit barrage which included home runs by Hank Bartolomei and Gene Clough, Tacoma Tigers defeated the Wenatchee Chiefs in their Western International Baseball league opener here tonight, 12-6.
Wenatchee ..... 030 000 402— 6 9 3
Tacoma ......... 105 300 03x—12 12 2
Condon, Rose (4) and Pesut; Gilson and Kuper.
VANCOUVER [The Sun, June 28]—Lee Mohr is probably the deadliest left-handed place hitter in the WI Baseball, but last night at Cap Stadium Mr. Mohr, simply by moving from left to right, became more of a problem to the circuit’s pitching union.
Mohr has won many a ball game for the Caps before this. In the past he has done it all left-handed, though. Last night, with Lee’s batting success at a low ebb against the southpaw dipsy-doo of Yakima’s Rowe Wallerstein, the flashy second sacker found new glory as a right-handed clutch swinger.
WEIRD GAME
The situation was this. In the 10th inning of a weird and rocky ball game, ageing Spencer Harris had clubbed a home run off Jim Hedgecock to give the Yak-Yaks a 10-9 margin.
Things looked very dark, indeed. They even looked dark after Len Tran was safe on Art Lilly’s 10th chukker miscue. They still looked bleak after Jim Estrada has sacrificed, for pitcher Carl Gunnarson had struck out and Wallerstein had only one more man to get to preserve the victory.
But that one man was Leon Mohr, and the fleet little fellow had through of his own on the matter.
Lee came to the plate in a right-handed stance, waited for two pitches and singled sharply in front of Yakima centre fielder Gene Thompson. Tran came in from second to tie it once more at 10-10.
If Mohr’s success as a right-handed hitter wasn’t the key to the Cap victory last night, then it must have been the throwing of Yakima catcher Frank Constantino, who will never forget the night of June 27 as long as he lives.
BOB RELIEVED
The Brownies stole seven bases on large and bulky Frank. And in the eleventh, Lou Estes coped the biggest of these sacks when he pilfered third and came all the way in on Constantino’s throw to left field.
Constantino’s throwing certainly didn’t help the Yakima cause any. But he could just as easily have been tossing those baseballs all over the place for the Caps. It was on the Brenner Bunch’s last road trip when the same Constantino was offered to Bob Brown as trading material.
DIAMOND DUST: ... There is a pitcher’s battle deluxe carded for 8 o’clock tonight, when the same two teams gather again. ... Yakima’s Fritz Romple, an old Capilano whammy, will face Carl Gunnarson, undefeated in five tries as a Brownie.
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VANCOUVER, June 27—Vancouver Capilanos ran wild on the basepaths tonight to steal a total of seven bases and edge out the Yakima Stars, 11-10, in an 11-inning Western International League fixture here tonight.
Lou Estes crossed the platter with the winning run in the eleventh after getting on via a free pass, going to second on Charlie Mead's single and stealing third. He came home as Stars' catcher Frank Constantino overthrew third base on a steal play.
Spencer Harris homered off Jim Hedgecock for Yakima in the tenth, but Lee Mohr tied it after watching two pitches and then singling sharply in front of Gene Thompson in centre, scoring Len Tran, who had reached base on Art Lilly's miscue.
Lilly also homered for Yakima and batted in three runs, while Buddy Hjelmaa tripled in the second inning and accounted for three runs.
Yakima ........ 000 040 050 10—10 12 3
Vancouver ... 140 000 400 11—12 12 3
Strait, Wallerstein (2), Simon (10) and Constantino; Snyder, Hedgecock (8), Robertson (11) and Brenner, Stumpf (8).
Bremerton at Spokane, rained out.
THE HOME PLATE
By KEITH MATTHEWS
[Vancouver Sun, June 28, 1947]
Since the start of the “no sports writers in the dressing room” rule, the Caps, boss Bill Brenner tells me, have led' a life of peace and contentment.
Just the other night Bill and yours truly talked over this law. I decided then and there it was pure nonsense. Bill thought it had its points.
I can’t help but stay with that nonsense theme. To prove a point here is a scene which is not just fiction, but could happen. It takes place after a Capilano conquest and the venue is the Stadium’s back room, a place where we writers are now supposed to talk baseball with its players.
BRENNER: That was a nice win. Nausbaum pitches tomorrow. Anything else you want?”
WRITER: "Yeah. Mead had four-for-five. He’s about ripe for a story. How about talking to Mead?”
BRENNER: “I’ll have to refer you to the secretary in charge of interviews.
SECRETARY: “Yes, sir. Mr. Brenner tells me there is something you wished.”
WRITER: “Mead, Charley Mead, the left fielder. I would like to see him.”
SECRETARY: “What is your business, sir? We must protect our players against gamblers and men of uncouth character.”
* * *
At this point this writers brings out a long list of character references and throws his uncashed poker chips and mutuel tickets in the trash can. The secretary scans the references and empties the trash can, inspecting each ticket as he does to make sure they are not cashable.
SECRETARY: “You seem to be of good character. If you will wait a minute, I will fetch Mr. Mead.”
The secretary leaves and returns in a matter of minutes.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead is in his bath, sir. He asks what you wished to see him about.”
WRITER: “Tell Mead we have a mutual friend. My wife had the same nurse in the maternity ward that Mrs. Mead had.”
The secretary scurries to the dressing room. The time elapse is longer but he returns finally, smiling.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead said his son was fine. He wishes you to pass along his respects to your daughter.”
WRITER (now getting impatient): “Tell Mead I don’t care how his son is feeling and besides my daughter doesn’t understand English yet.”
* * *
The Secretary again leaves. He is slowing considerably as he tackles the ramp, which is an uphill haul to the dressing room.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead is just out of his bath. He said he would be here any minute. I will have to stay, of course, and make sure you are not here to ‘fix’ Mr. Mead.”
The writer throws his dice on the floor. Also a fifty-cent piece, which was to be offered if Mead dropped a pop-fly at the right time. Mead, bathed and dressed in a double-breasted lounge model, appears.
MEAD: “Hiyah, boy. What’s up?”
WRITER: “Fifty cents. Want part of it?”
MEAD: “I’ll take it all. Shoot, you’re faded.”
Just the other night Bill and yours truly talked over this law. I decided then and there it was pure nonsense. Bill thought it had its points.
I can’t help but stay with that nonsense theme. To prove a point here is a scene which is not just fiction, but could happen. It takes place after a Capilano conquest and the venue is the Stadium’s back room, a place where we writers are now supposed to talk baseball with its players.
BRENNER: That was a nice win. Nausbaum pitches tomorrow. Anything else you want?”
WRITER: "Yeah. Mead had four-for-five. He’s about ripe for a story. How about talking to Mead?”
BRENNER: “I’ll have to refer you to the secretary in charge of interviews.
SECRETARY: “Yes, sir. Mr. Brenner tells me there is something you wished.”
WRITER: “Mead, Charley Mead, the left fielder. I would like to see him.”
SECRETARY: “What is your business, sir? We must protect our players against gamblers and men of uncouth character.”
* * *
At this point this writers brings out a long list of character references and throws his uncashed poker chips and mutuel tickets in the trash can. The secretary scans the references and empties the trash can, inspecting each ticket as he does to make sure they are not cashable.
SECRETARY: “You seem to be of good character. If you will wait a minute, I will fetch Mr. Mead.”
The secretary leaves and returns in a matter of minutes.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead is in his bath, sir. He asks what you wished to see him about.”
WRITER: “Tell Mead we have a mutual friend. My wife had the same nurse in the maternity ward that Mrs. Mead had.”
The secretary scurries to the dressing room. The time elapse is longer but he returns finally, smiling.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead said his son was fine. He wishes you to pass along his respects to your daughter.”
WRITER (now getting impatient): “Tell Mead I don’t care how his son is feeling and besides my daughter doesn’t understand English yet.”
* * *
The Secretary again leaves. He is slowing considerably as he tackles the ramp, which is an uphill haul to the dressing room.
SECRETARY: “Mr. Mead is just out of his bath. He said he would be here any minute. I will have to stay, of course, and make sure you are not here to ‘fix’ Mr. Mead.”
The writer throws his dice on the floor. Also a fifty-cent piece, which was to be offered if Mead dropped a pop-fly at the right time. Mead, bathed and dressed in a double-breasted lounge model, appears.
MEAD: “Hiyah, boy. What’s up?”
WRITER: “Fifty cents. Want part of it?”
MEAD: “I’ll take it all. Shoot, you’re faded.”
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