Many, Many Pitchers Duel in WS G1

ST. LOUIS--As promised, Game 1 of this 2011 World Series ended up a chess match between the managers: stony LaRussa of Saint Lou and fist-pumping Washington of the Republic of Texas.  You wouldn't have guessed it from the beginning, though, as each team's starter threw solid scoreless innings to break in this Championship; three from the Lawmen's Wilson and four from Carpenter of the Redbirds.  Even more so, it was tied up at 2 runs apiece after Five, with both starters still kicking the mud behind the pitcher's plate.

All four of those runs were pretty runs to boot, with St. Louis striking first in their Fourth.  Slugger Pujols (though without a hit on the night) hopped aboard getting ankle-boned by a Wilson fastball.  Then a brace of knife-edge doubles sliced right along the first base line, one from Holliday to move Albert over to third, the second from the salt-and-pepper bearded Berkman to score them both.  The Redbirds pushed to tack on some more, but left Lance and eventually Punto stranded on the bags.

Then in Texas's Own Fifth, one tall dark and handsome home run sent deep into the seats off the stick of Catcher Napoli brought in Two Texans, himself and Cruz, who had reached on a standard-issue single two batters before.

On to the Cardinals' Sixth, alltiedup, and Third Baseman Freese wallops a double deep into the CF gap.  Catcher Molina is up next and he strikes out, but not before Freese moves over to third on Wilson's only wild pitch of the night.  Next up is Second Baseman Punto, who draws himself a walk, and then the chess strategy begins in earnest.  With runners at the corners, Washington offers up the impressive and right-handed Ogando Defense.  LaRussa counters with the Allen Craig Gambit, pinching for his pitcher's number 9 slot.

Here is the crux of the game, and like so many cruxes of good baseball or good chess, recognized as it occurs, but only seen for its true brilliance after it's reverberations resound through the rest of the game.  Here is the flame-throwing Dominican against the sophomore Craig, both just now tapped on the shoulder.  Here is Ogando, throwing hot and hard past Craig, until the erstwhile batter finally slices off just enough of a fastball to curl the ball like a wood shaving onto the very edge of right field.  Here is the outfielder Cruz, charging, leaping like a hurdler, his glove extended.  Here is the ball finding the lawn just in front of him, here Freese around to score, Cardinals ahead 3-2.

Now the two managers make steeples out of their fingertips and eye the board beadily.  The Ogando Defense, though broken, holds.  LaRussa plays a Salas Feint; Salas allows a hit by Cruz and walks Napoli.  LaRussa switches to a Rzepczynski Attack and shuts down the Rangers with two impressive strikeouts, despite Washington's attempt to make a Gentry Switch for Left Fielder Murphy.  Washington, from his list of pitchers, plays a strong Gonzalez Variation, then finishes out the Feldman Line.  LaRussa counters with the Dotel-Rhodes Combination, and grinds out the Series-opening win with a trademark Motte Endgame, and the advantage of Allen Craig's sixth inning pinch-hit RBI single remains the difference.

In this the first game between our two heavy-hitting pennant recipients, the combined eight relief pitchers worked a total of 6-1/3 innings, struck out four, and permitted just three hits and no runs.  Cardinals win 3-2, and lead the Series 1-0.

M's, A's Pitchers Meet at High Noon on Main Street

SEATTLE--Sport, at its finest, allows us to sample the greater emotions not usually found in our quotidian lives, to order off the children's menu the feelings of pride, nobility, heartache, and despair.  Nowhere, I believe, are these emotions more finely threaded than in a true Pitchers' Duel, decided by one run: our man against all of theirs, their man against all of ours.  Baseball is a team sport and yet a battle of individuals, and in such a Duel as transposed last night in the rain-washed yard of SafeCo field, the two pitchers stood in and delivered.

Felix Hernandez was recently presented with Cy Young's old trophy by the American League, more recently presented with a Loss by the Kansas City Royals with a matching set of 6 hits and 2 ERs over 5 innings.  Felix fits his name on the mound, he is expansive in body and spirit.  He mutters in frustration when a close ball is called against him, he shares a laugh with the catcher in conference, he covers first, he pumps his fist to see his teammates make a saving play in the infield.  He is broad-shouldered, with a bad haircut and scruff under his chin.  I can picture him--if he were not throwing elusive, freight-train-like pitches past spectating Oakland batters--working in an auto shop or putting together airplanes with the same mix of seriousness, exuberance, and commitment to excellence.  Last night, every mechanism of his pitching rhythm was in gear; he struck out eight.  He inspired his teammates to sharp defense behind him, highlighted by a double play on a sharp line to Figgins outing Sweeny, then throwing to first to stomp out Willingham and his lead-off single.  When Felix walked off the field for the last time, the Seattle crowd stood on its feet, able to recognize Good Baseball when they see it, and the King humbly ducked and touched his cap.

Brandon McCarthy, after missing all of last season with an injury, appears more tightly controlled than Felix.  His jaw is set, his motion to the plate is lean, economical, and spare.  His expression is intense and unchanging.  He methodically struck out six last night, and like Felix, his infield sprang into defense behind him, turning a classic 6-4-3 double play, catching Peguero trying to steal, catching pop fouls to convert them into outs.  McCarthy was disciplined, only allowing a single walk, and facing just two batters over the minimum.  If he had been in the Oakland Stadium, he too would have likely received a standing O as he trod off the field.

In the end, it was a single swing of the bat, a single pitch from McCarthy in the Fourth, left up too high for First Baseman Kennedy; and Kennedy sent it up higher, up up and over the right field wall, and that pitch made all the difference in the game.  

Both men's lines are worth listing here:

FHernandez, 7.2IP, 4H, 0R, 0ER, 8K, 3BB, W

BMcCarthy, 8IP, 3H, 1R, 1ER, 6K, 1BB, L