12 Sports Aces, May 1943 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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m 12 SPORTS ACES Ores oper B00 O sees De BH Brees O + Oes Oe Gor Ore Oso kee Peer Bens a2 Bo Or Ore OH Gt O11 Os Bes Oe + G SE I a TNE EIEN | Os OBO He then put one just where Lou warted it. Whitelaw swung and the ball zipped straight for Lou Bracker. He tossed it to Thurneau. Thurneau in turn rifled to Lombard. Rizzetti kept on going around third, and Lombard’s peg to the plate completed a triple play. Rizzetti threw a punch at Kurst and Kurst ducked and whanged Rizzetti on the ear with his big glove. Chipman and seven players poured off the bench. Lou Bracker ran in and shoved the Metro manager away from little Thurneau. “Pick somebody your size, mister,” Lou said and Chipman backed away, his eyes stormy. _ The umps chased Kurst out before or- der was restored. Lou Bracker called on an old veteran backstop from the Junior Loop to get the harness on. Bil! Howley had been in the minors for five years, but the war had brought him back. _ The Blues got two on with only one out im their half of the eighth, but Lou Bracker, himself, ended the rally with a long fly to Seffler. The Boston crowd squirmed in their seats and wondered if the one run on the scoreboard would stand up. The weak end of the Metro batting order was up. Reade first and then Tresky. But Chipman would throw a pinch-hitter in. Mace Brownell rubbed his moist brow | with his sleeve and bent his head for- ward to get Howley’s signals. The Blues were chattering like chipmunks; it was like a bunch of kids whistling going by a graveyard. These Metros were famous for wrecking many a game in their last turn at bat. Reade cut at Brownell’s first pitch and Lombard made a miraculous stop ten feet inside the bag. Brownell ran over to eover. He took Lombard’s quick toss over his shoulder while running at full speed. It was the fielding gem of the tight ball game. HIPMAN sent a powerful utility t fielder up to hit for Tresky and or- dered activity in the bullpen. Moose Jackman had been the leading slugger of the International League for two straight years. Brownell worked on him earefully amd worked the count to two strikes, one ball. The Moose swung at the next pitch and fouled it behind third te the utility man, Flack. That brought up Seffler. His average was .241 at the moment, and Lou Bracker eased up and grinned over at Thurneau. “We’re in, kid.” But every hitter in any lineup is a po- tential wrecker of a ball game. Seffler worked the count even, then belted a low outside pitch between Lombard and Thur- neau. Standing on first, Seffler looked over at shortstop. Lou Bracker knew what was coming if there was going to be a force play at second. He got set for it. Mickey Rowe liked to hit them to the left side. A pull hitter. Brownell threw to Lombard to hold Seffier on. He pitched and the ump called it a ball. He tried for Seffler again, but the base runner got back. His second pitch was belted viciously toward the- right side and Thurneau had to scoot back to the edge of the grass to get it. He had to spin around to throw to first and Rowe was a fast man carrying the mail. Second was the only chance. Lou Bracker hopped to the bag to take the throw and Seffler came in to second like a football player throwing a body block “Okay, pal,” Lou said just as the ball hit the palm of his glove. He got set and let Seffier hit him, bunched every muscle of his one hundred and eighty pounds for the shock. Seffler spun over Lou Bracker’s head and crashed to the ground. He stayed where he was while Lou walked around rubbing the muscles of his shoul- der. He knew the Metros were on their way to the wars. He could hear their an- gry yells. He stooped down close to Sef- fler and picked something out of the dust. Chipman shoved Lou Bracker away from Seffler, and stuck his chin elose to the Blues’ pilot’s face. “Take it away, Sam, or I’ll cave it in,” Bracker said, then they were surround- ed by players of both teams. The cops eame in and the Metro trainer helped Seffler up. The outfielder’s face was pale GComicbooks (Ele)