Sunday, August 18, 1946

                W  L  Pct GB
Wenatchee .... 74 48 .607 —
Bremerton .... 65 47 .580 4
Salem ........ 66 51 .564 5½
Tacoma ....... 64 54 .542 8
Yakima ....... 55 61 .474 16
Spokane ...... 49 59 .454 18
Vancouver .... 47 67 .412 23
Victoria ..... 43 76 .361 29½

BREMERTON — The Victoria Athletics split a double-header here Sunday, losing the first game 6-2, as Hub Kittle held the A's to two hits, and winning the second game 10-9.
Home runs by Bob Cherry, Jack Suytar, Pete Hughes and Ed Murphy gave the A's the victory.
First Game
Victoria ........ 000 200 0—2 2 1
Bremerton .... 012 201 x—6 10 0
Musgrave and Paulson, Kittle and Paglia.
Second Game
Victoria ........ 402 000 301—10 14 3
Bremerton .... 000 121 050— 9 13 1
Ferrara, Blankenship (8), Jensen (8) and Stumpf, Pintar and Paglia.

First Game
Spokane ..... 080 211 1—13 11 4
Tacoma ...... 020 302 0— 7 6 4
Glane and Clifford; Gerkin, Jimmink (2) and Kemper, Kuper (6).
Second Game
Spokane ..... 000 000 000—0 4 0
Tacoma ...... 011 011 10x—5 9 0
Sadlish and Varrelman; Gerkin and Kuper.

First Game
Yakima ......... 200 000 0—2 8 0
Wenatchee ... 004 310 x—8 6 0
Kralovich, Simon (4) and McConnell; Orphan and Pesut.
Second Game
Yakima ......... 101 014 100—8 13 1
Wenatchee ... 202 110 000—6 10 4
Romple, Yaylian (7) and Gibb; McCollum, Vivalda (6) and Fitzgerald.
(stories unavailable)

(only games scheduled)

ON THE SUNBEAM
By ALF COTTRELL, Sports Editor
[Vancouver Sun, Aug. 19, 1946]
On Lean and Lethal Mr. Snyder

The perspiring Caps crowded into their dressing from at the ballyard on Saturday night for a 10-minute rest, having just won the first game of a doubleheader against Salem.
The 6-3 victory was the club’s fifth straight win. One by one the players congratulated the pitcher, lean and lethal young Bob Snyder, the early season bust who is currently hotter than a $4 bill.
“They shouldn’t of got two of them runs off you,” said Catcher Ray Spurgeon. “That lucky pop fly over the fence! And they always get them Chinese home runs with somebody on.”
It should be explained that a home is a pop fly when hit by the opposition, according to the rules set down in the ballplayers’ manual. When a home player hits one over the fence it’s “Boy, you really rapped one!”
There was a certain amount of byplay and Manager Bill Brenner sternly ordered one of his pitchers who hasn’t worked much lately to run 14 laps each night around Bill Wright, pre-war Cap first baseman and erstwhile shadow, who sort of filled out during his spell in the Marines.
Eventually they filed out again; all but Snyder. He was slowly stripping, the ghost of a smile on his thin face,
“Nice picture of Orteig you had in the paper today,” he said. “Man, what a guy! Quiet? Anybody else hits three homers in a game and they’re going to be laughin’ and scratchin’, but Ray, he just comes in after the game and says, “How come!”
Just a Bad Lapse, Mental
I asked Snyder how he accounted for his own early season pastings, in light of the current form. His record reads: 10 wins, 11 losses, but most of the losses came many weeks ago.
“Just a mental lapse, a blackout,” he said. “You’re in the services for a few years, and you forget how to pitch. Catcher calls for a fast one; you throw a fast one. He calls for a curve; you pitch a curve. You forget there’s a lot more to pitching than just that.
“You have to remember you won 21 and lost seven your last season in pro ball and you think that’s how easy it is,” he said, casting a shoe aside.
I had heard he won 24 out of 25 in ’42.
“Throw it out. That was service ball, against semi-pros and such. The 21 and seven was in ’41 in the Pioneer League. Hold was I? Just 19. The previous year, just out of Lincoln High in Seattle. I was only a relief pitcher.
“Then I played that year of service ball down around St. Louis. I got to see a lot of big league ball that year, except I was a drill sergeant and couldn’t get away.”
By this time he had stepped into the dhow. And out again, even quicker. A certain amount of water was coming, all of it, apparently cold.
“I wonder how they freeze this water; must have a special process,” he said. “Trouble, trouble, that’s me. For days at our apartment the gas has been weak. Wife couldn’t boil the kiddies’ mush. I had to come to the game yesterday on a couple of sandwiches for dinner. But today it is all right again and I had a big steak. That really helped.
Bob Sr. Knows Our Town, Too
The water started to come warm and he splashed around while he told me about going to Europe with his outfit, the combat engineers. Of the Bulge and Germany.
“What a beautiful country,” he said. “What more did that guy want. I wonder what was the matter with him, outside of being off his rocker!”
After V-E Day they were shipped straight to the Phillipines. Then V-J Day, and eventually home.
“You know,” he said, drying off with a big towel, “my dad used to catch pro ball. Played for Vancouver, Tacoma and in the American Association. He was Bob Snyder, too. He taught me a lot about pitching. Not to risk your arm trying funny stuff, how to use a change and all that. Then I forgot it all when I came back this summer and they start rapping my stuff all over the wall.
Must have been embarrassing?
“It’s like going over Niagara Falls and sudden-like noticing you forgot to wear your barrel,” he said.