
Another BIG game. Another BIG WIN. They threw the same guy at us who beat us last time. He was tough again. This was a nine-inning game.
We had four hits….yeah….count ’em! Two from Hack Workman and two from Robb Turner. We made it work. Vo stepped up big time and we played some great defense and beat ’em 6-2.
They scored one earned run against Jim. He scattered five hits, a couple of walks, and struck out seven. And he did it all on 115 pitches.
Bull Oxen was ejected in the fourth-inning and Wiley Jackson got tossed in the eighth….but with that 13-man Roster we’ve got (and everybody was at this one) we’re DEEEEEEEP!!!! Right?
Hack led off the first with a base hit and a stolen base and eventually scored when Ivan Moreno reached base on an error.
1-0 Verdugo.
We added two more in the second. Thunder took a dose….Gabe drew a walk and Yves sacrificed them up 90 feet.
Wiley Jackson drove in Fielder with a sac fly making it 2-0. Hack came up and tripled and it was 3-0. Hack scored when Robb Turner reached base on an error and it was 4-0.
Yves led off the fourth with a walk. Hack drew a walk and Robb Turner singled in Brancheau ….
5-0 Verdugo…..
We added our final run in the eighth when We led 5-2. Yves took a dose…got to second base on a wild pitch….was BALKED to third and he scored on a clutch base hit by Robb Turner.
6-2 Verdugo!!!!
Yves played a great game. He was hitless, but drew two walks and laid down a great sacrifice bunt which set the stage for Wiley’s sacrifice fly back in the second inning. He also took the dose.
In four plate appearances Yves was 0-0 and still scored twice! Gotta love it!!!!
The big story for sure though…. was Vo.
Vo picked up his fifth win of the year. He retired 14 of the last 16 hitters he faced. Gave the rest of the staff some much needed rest, and avenged the defeat To Burbank earlier in the year.
We frustrated Burbank today offensively big time. They had some speed, and liked to run. They tried earlier in the game back in the third inning and Dave Fielder mowed down another baserunner at second base from behind the plate.
They didn’t try again after that.
Another BIG win.
This game was a nail-biter. We never put the game out of grand slam reach. But Vo really stepped up.
The All-Star game was coming up the following day. On Sunday.
We were scheduled to play Notre Dame at Stengel Sunday night. Jody and I had already discussed it and decided to push the game back to Monday the next week. This was MY idea not Jody’s. He was good with it.
It made sense. We both wanted to lock horns when everybody was fresh and no other games in the same day. We also both liked the idea of playing seven innings instead of nine….especially this late in the year when some arms were hanging.
Jody probably wanted to play that game at his yard, too. We always played well there so as far as I was concerned, it wouldn’t matter. We were going to be sending five guys to the All-Star game and I just didn’t want them worn out after that game and then having to come play another nine at Stengel in the same day.
I talked to our guys before and they agreed as well.
Next Up? Notre Dame


First of all, PLEASE SEE THE ARTICLE…”DROPPED THIRD STRIKE”… not swung at!!! So let me set the back drop…I bet Rusty remembers this one…
Just saw the Burbank game at Burroughs…BOY DO I REMEMBER THAT GAME!!! Rusty Fielder also got tossed on my 3rd strike call…overcast morning, early game…i think I have struck out maybe 3-4 times the whole season…Mike Bassett on the mound, who I played with for a while at LACC…throws a bases loaded 3-2 curveball, that hits dirt before the catcher…now, I have an eagle fookin eye…I can still feel the ump yelling and doing the Leslie Nielsen “Naked Gun” strike out pose…and I lost my mind! I went OFF…definitely got my money’s worth and subsequently tossed…then after I threw shit at him on the field, the ump kicked me OUT OF
THE STADIUM…said if I don’t leave to a car on the street, we forfeit…that’s when Rusty went ape shit and got ejected…HERE IS THE KICKER…(I could be wrong) …either the next day or weekend was the All-Star game, and I was already set to be the starting pitcher…so…as I’m getting my things Im still CRUSHING THE UMP…Rusty gets kicked, they threaten to call the police…so as I’m leaving with my bag going to my truck…ump looks at me and says …”yo Canale, I also got your ass at the Allstar game!”…F ME! Turns out, the old bastard is working the plate at the All Star game…