Wenatchee ......... 003 010 000 1—5 9 1
Spokane ............. 001 000 003 3—7 11 3
Vivaldi and Dalrymple; Samson, Latino (10), Forsyth (10), and Bufflap, O'Neill (10).
WIL STATS
(Includes games of July 13 except Tac. at Van., doubleheader, July 13. Compiled by Howe News Bureau)
TEAM BATTING
AB R H HR Pct
Vancouver ....... 3029 516 901 65 .297
Tacoma .......... 3031 519 881 64 .291
Spokane ......... 3174 636 913 46 .288
Victoria ........ 3290 644 944 88 .287
Salem ........... 3027 529 845 30 .279
Wenatchee ....... 3067 516 843 71 .275
Bremerton ....... 3007 500 821 45 .273
Yakima .......... 3023 601 823 57 .272
TEAM FIELDING
DP PO A E Pct
Bremerton ....... 80 2304 944 131 .961
Vancouver ....... 62 2224 870 120 .960
Victoria ........ 98 2426 1061 166 .955
Salem ........... 77 2176 933 150 .954
Spokane ......... 76 2335 978 169 .953
Tacoma .......... 70 2241 1021 190 .948
Yakima .......... 98 2283 1045 193 .945
Wenatchee ....... 63 2260 839 194 .941
TOP BATTERS
AB R H HR RBI Pct
Kuper, Tac ........ 210 47 86 2 54 .410
Phillips, Spo ...... 74 17 30 4 18 .403
Mastro, Vic ....... 223 57 87 6 53 .390
Hooper, Vic ....... 251 65 91 8 44 .363
Stetter, Tac ...... 230 44 81 2 34 .352
Constantine, Yak ... 35 5 13 1 4 .351
Mead, Vancouver ... 331 69 115 13 69 .347
Gorman, Spo ....... 337 64 113 8 83 .346
Brenner, Van ...... 119 16 41 6 16 .344
Clift, Yak ........ 143 46 49 6 29 .343
Pesut, Wen ........ 205 37 70 15 58 .341
Wasley, Wen ....... 317 58 106 8 71 .334
Volpi, Bre ........ 192 28 64 3 3 .333
White, Vic ........ 398 66 132 11 70 .332
Greco, Tac ........ 328 58 109 19 83 .332
Greenhalgh, Wen ... 237 57 78 8 31 .329
Beard, Sal ........ 256 49 84 2 56 .328
Goldsberry, Yak ... 196 43 64 2 50 .327
Maul, Bre ......... 314 53 102 8 54 .325
Capilanos Batters
AB R H HR RBI Pct
Stumpf ............ 222 17 69 5 37 .311
Mullens ........... 321 72 98 18 68 .305
Mohr .............. 365 71 109 5 32 .299
Wright ............ 152 25 45 2 21 .296
Estes ............. 315 53 92 6 37 .292
Hjelmaa ........... 329 52 95 1 44 .289
Snyder ............. 55 5 15 0 2 .273
Hall ............... 48 5 13 1 12 .271
Reese, Bre-Van .... 245 46 66 4 44 .269
Tran .............. 296 52 76 4 53 .257
Robertson .......... 20 4 5 1 2 .250
Hedgecock .......... 54 8 13 1 8 .241
TOP PITCHERS
W L Pct BB SO
Gunnarson, Sal-Van .. 10 3 .769 58 73
Sullivan, Bre ....... 10 3 .769 29 70
Cordell, Yak ......... 6 3 .750 39 58
Costello, Spokane ... 15 6 .714 77 133
Lowman, Bremerton ... 10 4 .714 34 45
Mossor, Salem ....... 12 5 .706 80 131
Ahearn, Bre .......... 7 3 .700 51 58
Hall, Vancouver ...... 9 4 .682 108 122
Wyatt, Salem ........ 12 6 .667 71 99
Blankenship, Vic ..... 6 3 .667 52 78
Romple, Yak .......... 6 3 .667 54 58
Spitzer, Spo ......... 4 2 .667 84 79
P. Barisoff, Spo ..... 4 2 .667 13 12
Walden, Tac ......... 10 6 .625 67 68
Samson, Spo .......... 9 6 .600 74 70
Kasparovitch, Vic ... 10 7 .588 59 67
Lazor, Spo ........... 7 5 .583 51 48
Marshall, Bre ........ 7 5 .583 82 78
Johnston, Bre ........ 8 6 .571 42 46
Fortier, Vic ......... 5 4 .556 49 43
Capilanos Pitchers
W L Pct BB SO
Snyder ............... 9 10 .474 50 105
Hedgecock ............ 7 8 .467 68 87
Jonas ................ 2 3 .400 17 12
Robertson ............ 3 5 .375 26 37
Bryant ............... 1 5 .167 24 25
Manier ............... 0 1 .000 10 3
ON THE SUNBEAM
By ALF COTTRELL
[Vancouver Sun, July 22, 1947]
Look Out Below, Caps Coming
Several weeks ago when the local Capilanos started their mad dash toward the Western International League cellar the goal seemed unattainable.
Some of their fondest admirers snickered at those who brashly said they might make it, but the snickers are getting fewer and more thoughtful with each passing series.
Yakima is only six games away and the Yaks can probably feel the Caps tramping on their fingers right now. Once past Yakima and it will just be a case of Wenatchee, get out from in back of that coal bin. The Capilanos are on their way.
Spoofing aside, this season must have been a heartbreaker for the local field general, Bill Brenner. He has had a lot of tough ones to take but the roughest must have been the gradual realization that he had everything but a ball club.
The fans have stuck with the ship in rather amazing fashion. There is seldom a murmur of disapproval from the oft-crowded uncovered stands. There have been only two main beefs, one re Brenner’s reluctance to send a pitcher to the bullpen to warm up when the
air is thick with enemy base-hits, the other his stubborn reliance on the unrealiable Lou Estes as the cleanup hitter.
Even Bob Brown, the front office chieftain, has been relatively immune to criticism and he has been as vulnerable as a hippopotamus with lockjaw. When the need for a shot of new pitching blood became apparent he went and brought sore-armed Pete Jonas, which was like shipping whisky to J. Dewar. We already had some.
Some Pullets in the Ruff
Two items would seem to have kept the wolves off the Caps, in the main. Firstly, the fact that the Caps have some young and eye-soothing speedballs on the payroll, and secondly the matter of Brenner’s personal popularity.
Re the first item, Frank Mullens has had a big year afield, at bat and on the bases. And the fans, it must be remembered, were on Frank’s team even when he wasn’t cutting it in noticeable slices last year. Mullens personifies the old college try, and that covers a lot of sins with the multitude.
The club was also lucky in coming out of the shrubbery with two fine young infield prospects in Len Tran and Bud Hjelmaa. Tran, who has finally started to hit, is the dashing sort of a lad who doesn’t slow down at grade crossings, and Hjelmaa isn’t the kind to jump on the curves, either, though he may lunge at the odd one.
As for Brenner’s personal appeal, it is such that even boss Brown can scarcely do more than mutter in his absence. When in Bill’s company the old red-headed executive becomes a two-year-old again, playful of mood and forgetful of planned scoldings.
“Fire Away; I Love It,” He Says
The press would by this time have tried the average manager and cut him into small strips. Such is the baseball writers’ admiration for Brenner the individual that they would probably toss a fellow reporter out of the union for suggesting that Bill had missed a trick.
This is not idle theory. Yours truly, incidentally, sees less of the big, barking catcher-manager than the other fellows, but even in this space yours truly must blushingly admit to having pulled a punch or two. This despite Brenner’s constant injunction, “Go, ahead; I can take it.”
That doesn’t alter the fact that the big, harmony-loving manager has shown certain weaknesses. Tough on umpires, he is obviously over-gentle with his own players. Particularly with working pitchers. This is his first full year as a manager, of course. And bad ball clubs make bad managers. But there we go again.
Dagnab it, after all he is the best manager we have had this season.
Some of their fondest admirers snickered at those who brashly said they might make it, but the snickers are getting fewer and more thoughtful with each passing series.
Yakima is only six games away and the Yaks can probably feel the Caps tramping on their fingers right now. Once past Yakima and it will just be a case of Wenatchee, get out from in back of that coal bin. The Capilanos are on their way.
Spoofing aside, this season must have been a heartbreaker for the local field general, Bill Brenner. He has had a lot of tough ones to take but the roughest must have been the gradual realization that he had everything but a ball club.
The fans have stuck with the ship in rather amazing fashion. There is seldom a murmur of disapproval from the oft-crowded uncovered stands. There have been only two main beefs, one re Brenner’s reluctance to send a pitcher to the bullpen to warm up when the
air is thick with enemy base-hits, the other his stubborn reliance on the unrealiable Lou Estes as the cleanup hitter.
Even Bob Brown, the front office chieftain, has been relatively immune to criticism and he has been as vulnerable as a hippopotamus with lockjaw. When the need for a shot of new pitching blood became apparent he went and brought sore-armed Pete Jonas, which was like shipping whisky to J. Dewar. We already had some.
Some Pullets in the Ruff
Two items would seem to have kept the wolves off the Caps, in the main. Firstly, the fact that the Caps have some young and eye-soothing speedballs on the payroll, and secondly the matter of Brenner’s personal popularity.
Re the first item, Frank Mullens has had a big year afield, at bat and on the bases. And the fans, it must be remembered, were on Frank’s team even when he wasn’t cutting it in noticeable slices last year. Mullens personifies the old college try, and that covers a lot of sins with the multitude.
The club was also lucky in coming out of the shrubbery with two fine young infield prospects in Len Tran and Bud Hjelmaa. Tran, who has finally started to hit, is the dashing sort of a lad who doesn’t slow down at grade crossings, and Hjelmaa isn’t the kind to jump on the curves, either, though he may lunge at the odd one.
As for Brenner’s personal appeal, it is such that even boss Brown can scarcely do more than mutter in his absence. When in Bill’s company the old red-headed executive becomes a two-year-old again, playful of mood and forgetful of planned scoldings.
“Fire Away; I Love It,” He Says
The press would by this time have tried the average manager and cut him into small strips. Such is the baseball writers’ admiration for Brenner the individual that they would probably toss a fellow reporter out of the union for suggesting that Bill had missed a trick.
This is not idle theory. Yours truly, incidentally, sees less of the big, barking catcher-manager than the other fellows, but even in this space yours truly must blushingly admit to having pulled a punch or two. This despite Brenner’s constant injunction, “Go, ahead; I can take it.”
That doesn’t alter the fact that the big, harmony-loving manager has shown certain weaknesses. Tough on umpires, he is obviously over-gentle with his own players. Particularly with working pitchers. This is his first full year as a manager, of course. And bad ball clubs make bad managers. But there we go again.
Dagnab it, after all he is the best manager we have had this season.
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