Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Jim Lefebvre Runs Amok! : Tuesday, August 5th, 1969

Scores!

ATL 5, MON 4  W-R.Reed 12-6 L-Renko 1-5  S-Upshaw(22)  HR-Tillman(9) Laboy(14) Jones(13)

SF 10, PHI 7  W-McCormick 10-3 L-Fryman 6-12  S-Linzy(16)  HR-Allen(22)GS 

CIN 7, NY 6  W-Carroll 4-4 L-McGraw 3-8  HR-Shamsky 2(11) A.Johnson(11) Perez(17)  Shamsky 4 rbi, A.Johnson 2-run walk-off single.

CHI 14, HOU 4  W-Hands 15-6 L-Wilson 9-10  HR-Santo(17) Smith(8)  Santo 4 rbi.

LA 7, PIT 5  W-Singer 14-8 L-Blass 13-5  S-Mikkelsen(14)  HR-Oliver 2(25) Lefebvre(1)GS  Lefebvre 5 rbi, Oliver 4 rbi.

STL 5, SD 4 (10inns) W-Hoerner 8-6 L-Reberger 4-9  Carlton 11 's.


Weird-eyed alien, or fill-in third sacker?
Jim Lefebvre, who has spent the season up to now either rotting on the bench, or being an insta-out, suddenly exploded for a grand slam and 5 rbi to lead the Tinseltown nine past the Pirates 7-5. Jim was only in the line-up because Bill Sudakis got his head stuck in a commercial steam press. Just three seasons ago, in 1966, Lefebvre hit 24 home runs, but since then has been the laughing stock of the National League, pretty much. Tuesday's blast was his very first of the season, and like as not, his last. "Pipsqueak power!" he crowed in the clubhouse after the game, before having to be restrained by two schoolgirls and a midget.     

He can't remember his own name or the day of the week, but he knows enough to pencil in Allen to hit third.
San Francisco was cruising to an easy win over the Phillies when Rich Allen connected for a slam--his third of the year-- to bring the Quakers close. Oh, they lost anyway of course, keeping the Myatt era win-free.  

Art Shamsky continued his hate-fest against his old team by blasting a pair of two-run shots, and the Mets went into the bottom of the ninth with a one run lead and a fresh Tug McGraw on the hill. But Tugger failed to retire a batter at all and the Rhinelanders rallied for the walk off win. 

Finally, the Braves did manage to edge Montreal, but lost both Tony Gonzales and Hank Aaron for a few games when they smashed headlong into each other while trying to catch an interesting butterfly during a lull in play. Felipe Alou, Mike Lum, and Bob Lind rushed onto the field to take their place.  

3 comments:

William Sagle said...

Shamsky Spamsky.

Fireblossom said...

Why, William, you sound bitter!

stevemryan said...

Butterflies?