Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-09
BY HOWARD EHMKE

1wnnisnE Athletics pitcher who flames ne,
record.
~ HICAGo, october 9.-There ART
moments In nearly every life
time when a fellow wonders
~ just what he would do wher
he got into tight pinch. ONE
of these occasions arose yesterday
when for the first time in my 16 years
in the big leagues got into a world
series game.
1t is the dream of every pitcher to
twirl a Shutout game in the base Dali
classic, and, although I won against
the Cubs, was somewhat disappointed
at not coming through with row OF
zeroS.
was surprised to learn that had
set new series record OF % strike
outs, breaking the old mark of IL.
made against the Cubs.
Here's how it all came about that I
got the honor of pitching the opening
game. On the train out from Chicago
I felt pretty frisky, and when we got
to our hotel on Monday afternoon !
took nice long walk along the lake
shore.
I wasn't bothered for tickets by
friends and I managed to get sound
nights sleep. In the morning sought
Connie Mack and told him I felt mt
and was ready to work II he wanted
me to.
Howard Gets a Surprise.
Imagine my great Joy when Connie.
who has been a faithful friend through
adversely and lot of criticism, looked
me squarely in the eye and said:
you pitch today and you will win.
Good luckl"
That's all there was to it. The Cubs
were surprised and so were q lot OF our
players, but 1t was really last-minute
decision and I had the advantage OF
not knowing beforehand and worrying
over the weather, the crowd and q lot
Of other things that wear on fellows
nerves.
When I started to warm up before
the game my arm ached and there
were lot of skeptics who thought it
was a stall. Cy Perkins watched me
anxiously and I looked toward the
bench to see If Connie wanted to know
how I felt. He was laughing and pay
ing absolutely no attention to me.
So I jumped into the river, as they
say, and started to swim for myself.
Right in the first inning my shoulder
started to ache again. Then English
smacked liner through the box, which
I DETECTED toward Boley with my bare
hand.
That drive hurt the second finger and
I began to get nervous for the first
time. It wasn't until the second inning
that I started to feel right when !
struck out Cuyler and Stephenson.
He Guessed Right.
Before that had been experimenting
on the batters. Then I began to cut
loose / fed Hornsby, Cuyler> and
Stephenson low fast ones on the outside
corner the remainder of the game and
I succeeded pretty well.
Occasionally, fooled them with a
fast one over the heart of the plate.
My main asset was my control. I was
able to place the ball almost exactly
where I wanted 1t, although on two
occasions 7 got little wild.
AS the game wore on and I saw that
Root was pitching as well as myself,
the same time kept q little in reserve
In case of trouble. e..
I never felt in danger until the ninth.
Then I almost saw victory fading from
my grasp when Wilson's hot smash
struck me In the groin. I managed to
pick up the ball and toss him out, but
/ was hurt and fell to the ground.
My mind went back to that game In
the Yankee Stadium o year ago when
some unkind things were said when I
hurt my right knee pitching against
the Yankees and had to leave the game.
I took q rest and then went back on
the lob of tanning the Cubs.
Once we got ahead, which was when