W L Pct. GB
Tacoma....... 17 7 .708 —
Salem ....... 16 8 .667 1
Wenatchee ... 14 11 .560 3½
Yakima ...... 14 11 .560 3½
Tri-City .... 12 14 .462 6
Spokane ..... 10 15 .400 7½
Vancouver .... 8 15 .345 8½
Victoria ..... 7 17 .292 10
SALEM, May 14 — John Tierney and Dick Waibel turned in two masterful pitching performances Sunday, to give the Salem Senators both ends of a Western International League double-header with the Spokane Indians, 7-3 and 3-0.
Tierney went the route in the nine-inning opener to notch his sixth consecutive victory for the season. Though troubled by lack of control in the early frames, he yielded only six hits to keep his season record clear of defeats.
In the nightcap, Waibel came on in the second for starter Bill Osborn to shut out Spokane. The Indians could gather only two hits off the two hurlers while the Senators were slapping Conant for seven.
Hal Zurcher tripled in the fifth and came home on a squeeze to break a 0-0 deadlock and set up the victory for the Senators.
The double victory moved the Solons within one game of first-place Tacoma in the WIL.
First Game
Spokane ...... 010 100 001—3 6 4
Salem ......... 110 001 13x—7 12 2
Roberts and Rossi; Tierney and McMillan
Second Game
Spokane ...... 000 000 0—0 2 0
Salem ......... 000 021 x—3 7 1
Conant and Courage; Osborn, Waibel (2) and Beard.
YAKIMA, May 14—Yakima knocked over Wenatchee with a pair of four-hitters on Sunday, 9-2 and 3-0 to move back into a knot with the Chiefs for third place.
Larry Powell, the sore-armed ex-major leaguer, made his first start of the season a winning one in the seven-inning first game.
Teddy Savarese marked up his second shutout of the year in the nine-inning finale. A three-run homer in the seventh by Dick Steinhauer was the deciding blow.
First Game
Wenatchee .... 010 001 0—2 4 2
Yakima .......... 104 013 x—9 10 0
Ragni and Neal; Powell and Tornay.
Second Game
Wenatchee ..... 000 000 000—0 4 0
Yakima ........... 000 000 30x—3 9 0
Dahle, Blankenship (8) and Fiscanili, Neal (4); Savarese and Tornay.
ONLY GAMES SCHEDULED
Seattle Options Sinovic to Caps
SEATTLE, May 14—General Manager Earl Sheely of the Seattle Rainiers announced late Sunday the Pacific Coast League club had sent outfielder Dick Sinovic on option to the Vancouver Capilanos of the Western International League.
Sinovic, who had seen little action recently, was let go to make room for Marv Rackley, outfielder purchased from Cincinnati of the National League. Rackley is scheduled to join the Rainiers this week in Sacramento.
Sheely also said another deal, possibly for utility infielder Leon Mohr, also is in the making.
Chiefs Send Two to Apaches
WENATCHEE, May 15—Wenatchee of the Western Interational league sold outfielder Jim Daniels and righthander Alton Lee to Globe-Miami of the Arizona-Texas league today.
Alf Cottrell
[Vancouver Daily Province, May 30, 1950]
Sunday baseball on a commercial scale hasn’t arrived in these parts yet, but there was activity at Capilano Stadium Sunday.
Out front on the diamond numerous Capilano rookies cavorted in a mild workout. In the front office, business boss Bob Brown and manager Bill Brenner mulled over recent disasters.
In the office you could hardly hear the cries of the carefree rookies, like the flutterings of young meadowlarks in a distant field. They were a nice contrast to the barking of the ancient redhead and his equally injured but more subdued young manager.
They were deeply humiliated by the several successive beatings handed them by the Tri-City Braves. To be near the basement with a staggering club was bad enough. To be trounced by Charlie Peterson’s affable octogenarians was rubbing horse liniment in the wound.
Brown dislikes the Braves’ front office, a viewpoint that is partly because of policy differences, partly personal. He also resents the great talent Tri-City players have for getting by without hustling.
Their veteran manager, Charlie Peterson, is guilty of peculiar fits of flippancy that the ancient redhead, a purist, feels are not quite suited to professional sport.
They have a group of fly ball hitters, too, who make free with Brown’s short right field fence. And they have an undignified second baseman who whistles Iberian bird calls when the mood is on him. The Caps had one infielder earlier this season who whistled snatches of Tannhauser as encouragement to his pitcher of the moment. Bob, who prefers Il Trovatore, quickly consigned the lad to Victoria, a fate several degrees worse than death.
The Pitchers Aren’t Pitching
The Messrs. Brown and Brenner had other things to worry about yesterday, and they worked hard at it. They are in the rather maddening position of having a fine pitching staff that isn’t pitching.
The tried and once fairly true veterans, Anderson, Snyder, Nicholas, Gunnarson and Costello, were all hammered merrily last week. Every night Brenner had to open an entire fresh can of pitchers.
Brenner wryly commented that when things start to go wrong they go wrong in a big way. For instance, we suggested, his own hitting? He shook his head sadly. He feels good when he gets a loud foul these days
Saturday night, before one of those big, special crowds a home club likes to please, errors of omission and commission piled up. Centrefielder Reg Clarkson, on one fly ball, started running for the centre field gate as if he had seen a ghost. When he pulled up, the ball dropped well short of him.
Charlie Made ‘Em Like It
[The Caps’ Jimmy Robinson] one of the league’s better infielders, had one of his most awful nights at third base. Even Len Tran got tangled on a short fly that he could normally have snaffled in his hip pick while making change for a $20 bill.
There are bright spots. Clarkson, Tran and Mead are all hitting the ball hard. And defensively, aside from the pitching, the club is strong. But it was a wise and senile old bird named Connie Mack who once said pitching is 75 percent of baseball.
They can hardly look as bad, either as they did the [night Tri-City manager Peterson] himself went in to pitch. His tosses loomed as big as captive balloons. Yet the Caps waved helplessly.
It was one of the Stadium caretakers who came up with what seemed an excellent counter for Peterson’s slow stuff. He said the Caps should have had Mr. Brown pitch batting practise that night, so their timing would be right. The caretaker’s helper said “Nuts, Brenner should have pitched Mr. Brown in the game.” Of the two, this seemed the much better suggestion.
Out front on the diamond numerous Capilano rookies cavorted in a mild workout. In the front office, business boss Bob Brown and manager Bill Brenner mulled over recent disasters.
In the office you could hardly hear the cries of the carefree rookies, like the flutterings of young meadowlarks in a distant field. They were a nice contrast to the barking of the ancient redhead and his equally injured but more subdued young manager.
They were deeply humiliated by the several successive beatings handed them by the Tri-City Braves. To be near the basement with a staggering club was bad enough. To be trounced by Charlie Peterson’s affable octogenarians was rubbing horse liniment in the wound.
Brown dislikes the Braves’ front office, a viewpoint that is partly because of policy differences, partly personal. He also resents the great talent Tri-City players have for getting by without hustling.
Their veteran manager, Charlie Peterson, is guilty of peculiar fits of flippancy that the ancient redhead, a purist, feels are not quite suited to professional sport.
They have a group of fly ball hitters, too, who make free with Brown’s short right field fence. And they have an undignified second baseman who whistles Iberian bird calls when the mood is on him. The Caps had one infielder earlier this season who whistled snatches of Tannhauser as encouragement to his pitcher of the moment. Bob, who prefers Il Trovatore, quickly consigned the lad to Victoria, a fate several degrees worse than death.
The Pitchers Aren’t Pitching
The Messrs. Brown and Brenner had other things to worry about yesterday, and they worked hard at it. They are in the rather maddening position of having a fine pitching staff that isn’t pitching.
The tried and once fairly true veterans, Anderson, Snyder, Nicholas, Gunnarson and Costello, were all hammered merrily last week. Every night Brenner had to open an entire fresh can of pitchers.
Brenner wryly commented that when things start to go wrong they go wrong in a big way. For instance, we suggested, his own hitting? He shook his head sadly. He feels good when he gets a loud foul these days
Saturday night, before one of those big, special crowds a home club likes to please, errors of omission and commission piled up. Centrefielder Reg Clarkson, on one fly ball, started running for the centre field gate as if he had seen a ghost. When he pulled up, the ball dropped well short of him.
Charlie Made ‘Em Like It
[The Caps’ Jimmy Robinson] one of the league’s better infielders, had one of his most awful nights at third base. Even Len Tran got tangled on a short fly that he could normally have snaffled in his hip pick while making change for a $20 bill.
There are bright spots. Clarkson, Tran and Mead are all hitting the ball hard. And defensively, aside from the pitching, the club is strong. But it was a wise and senile old bird named Connie Mack who once said pitching is 75 percent of baseball.
They can hardly look as bad, either as they did the [night Tri-City manager Peterson] himself went in to pitch. His tosses loomed as big as captive balloons. Yet the Caps waved helplessly.
It was one of the Stadium caretakers who came up with what seemed an excellent counter for Peterson’s slow stuff. He said the Caps should have had Mr. Brown pitch batting practise that night, so their timing would be right. The caretaker’s helper said “Nuts, Brenner should have pitched Mr. Brown in the game.” Of the two, this seemed the much better suggestion.
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