Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Marichal Outduels Seaver ; Braves Shock Cubs : Friday, August 29th, 1969

Scores

ATL 4, CHI 3 (11inns)  W-Upshaw 6-7 L-Hands 17-9  HR-Santo(21) H.Aaron(40)  Gonzales 0-out GW sac fly.

CIN 12, STL 5  W-Maloney 16-9 L-Washburn 8-14  HR-Javier(8)  Javier 4 rbi, Reds 21 hits, 20 of them singles.

PIT 11, HOU 9  W-Veale 15-9 L-Dierker 13-13  S-Hartenstein(5)  HR-Oliver(26) Morgan 2(12) Wynn(21)  Morgan 4 rbi.

LA 6, PHI 4  W-Bunning 10-9 L-Wise 10-12  S-Brewer(13) 

SD 7, MON 1  W-Ross 2-1 L-Jaster 9-11  HR-Sipin(2) Colbert(10) 

SF 3, NY 2  W-Marichal 16-10 L-Seaver 11-12  HR-Kranepool(9) Grote(9) McCovey(27)


Tony Gone escaped San Diego for a beautiful new life in Atlanta.
The Cubs seemed to have victory well in hand Friday night at Atlanta, holding a 3-1 lead with 2 out and nobody on in the bottom of the 9th with Bill Hands on the hill facing weak-hitting shortstop Sonny Jackson. But Jackson singled, and pinch hitter Tony Gonzales doubled him in to make it 3-2. With lefty Hank Aguirre fairly twitching with eagerness in the Chicago bullpen, Leo Durocher elected to stick with Hands, who promptly served up a single to Mike Lum to tie the game. Two frames later, with Hands still nailed to the rubber, Gonzales again victimized him, this time with a sac fly that ended the game. 

Talk about clutch!
In San Francisco, Jerry Grote's late home run had given the Mets a 2-1 lead going into the bottom of the 8th. Hard luck hurler Tom Seaver was looking strong and retired Bonds and Hunt, but gave up a single to Willie Mays. At that moment, it was Mays's third hit *and* the Giants' third.  But Willie McCovey quickly added a fourth, a towering two-run blast to shock the Mets and send the San Fran faithful into paroxysms of joy. Not feeling as joyful was Mets right fielder Art Shamsky, who kept mumbling something about "I got to boogie woogie like a knife in the back!" Upon investigation, the New York flyhawk did indeed have a blade in his backside and will miss two weeks. No sea cruises for him.

Beware of Chucky.
At the Dome, Pittsburgh ran up an 11-5 lead going into the bottom of the 9th, but the crappy, er, I mean scrappy Astros clawed back with four runs off three relievers before skinny little Chuck Hartenstein put out the fire with runners on second and third to end the game. The Buccos were the only east team to win on Friday, and the 'Stros the only west team to lose.

Like Bob Veale, Jim Maloney had no problem accepting the garbage win.
The suddenly hobbled Cardinals wobbled into Crosley Field missing several feathers, as Pinson, Gibson, McCarver, Maxvill and Shannon all began molting at once and couldn't play. The Reds showed no mercy as Ray Washburn, starting in place of Gibson, was shelled. Jim Maloney wasn't exactly sharp, surrendering a three-run jack to Julian Javier and walking 8, but the Cards' "B" team couldn't come close to competing on this particular day. "We'll eat some millet and shit in our cages and hope to do better tomorrow," opined skipper Schoendienst.

Finally, Jim Bunning--thanks to a trade from Pittsburgh--has had the opportunity to pitch against his old Philadelphia pals an ungodly number of times this season. He dispatched them on Friday, as the Dodgers did what the Dodgers do, lucking out, getting all the breaks, and basically making your Impartial Goddess want to beat them senselessly about the head and body with a good stout plank. *They* never get injured, it seems, but, naturally, the Phillies big gun, Rich Allen, who has been on a home run tear all month, goes down with an infected sideburn and will miss the rest of this series and all of the ensuing meaningless one with San Diego. It couldn't happen any other way. 

1 comment:

ARAIG Giants said...

I love your use of the word "paroxysms" as well as the extra humor you add. Well done. Plus it doesn't hurt that you "appear" to share a dislike for LA.
Roll on!