Is it spring training yet? No — but the championship season is upon us, a finer thing still.

THE MORNING HORSEHIDE HERALD

"Every Score Set Down, No Deed Unsung"

~ Being a Faithful Daily Chronicle of the National Pastime ~

Volume I · No. 52 · Saturday, the Nine-and-Twentieth of August, Two Thousand and Twenty-Six

Reporting 15 contests from the day prior.

The Game of the Day

THE APPOINTMENT IS KEPT: SKUBAL WEEPS IN THE TUNNEL, THEN FANS SEVEN OF HIS OWN — TROLLEY DODGERS 2, MOTOR CITY NINE 1

Twice this paper marked Friday upon the almanac, and the evening honored the billing: the two-time Cy Young laureate takes the Comerica Park mound for the eight-and-seventieth time of his life and the first in visiting grays, receives a standing ovation and a tribute film, dries his eyes, and holds the club that raised him to one run across six innings — young Clark's triple the only blemish — before Freeman's eighth-inning single settles the verdict

The tears arrived before the first pitch did. Tarik Skubal has pitched at Comerica Park more often than at any yard in the land — seven summers' worth, two Cy Young Awards' worth — and when he walked in from his pregame warmups Friday evening to a standing ovation and a tribute film upon the scoreboard, the eyes gave out before the arm was asked to. "There were definitely tears," he confessed afterward. "Luckily enough, I was able to make it to the tunnel before more happened." This was the reunion the Herald's almanac desk appointed on Thursday and the desk note confirmed only yesterday morning: the late ace of the Detroits, carried west in the blockbuster before the deadline, returned at last to face the club that raised him — for the first time wearing another city's name across his chest.

The sentiment ended at the top of the mound. Skubal struck out seven Tigers without walking a man, scattered four hits across six innings, and was dented only once — and here the pastime showed its taste for symmetry, for the dent was administered by Max Clark, the one-and-twenty-year-old center fielder whose Comerica heroics this paper sang on Wednesday last, who lined a fifth-inning triple past Teoscar Hernández to cash Valencia and put the home nine ahead. The ovations, it must be reported, curdled somewhat as the evening wore along — boos raining down amid what may charitably have been calls of "Skooooob" — and Skubal was unbothered by either currency. "I think I did a good job of keeping baseball baseball," he said. "Obviously, this place is special."

His old mates could not make the run stand. The Trolley Dodgers drew level in the sixth, Rojas singling home Enrique Hernández, and in the eighth Freddie Freeman lined a sharp single to center to cash Teoscar Hernández with the run that decided it. Phillips took the victory in relief, Scott sealed his twentieth save, and a three-game Los Angeles losing streak — administered whole in Atlanta, as these pages chronicled — was put to rest, the champions' hold on the National's West standing at nine games over San Diego this morning. Detroit's Anderson, for his part, walked five in under five innings and escaped unscored upon, which is its own variety of accomplishment. The engagement resumes this very afternoon at 1:10 by the Eastern clock — and Sunday's finale at 1:40 may carry a marvel of its own, of which the infirmary ward below has particulars.

News Around the League

THE COUNTING-HOUSE DESK: THE COUNTY SAYS YES BY FIVE VOTES TO TWO, AND THE RAYS' TWENTY-YEAR WANDERING FINDS ITS FOREVER HOME

The final hurdle this paper flagged only yesterday morning has been cleared at a bound. The Hillsborough County Board of County Commissioners on Friday approved the Rays' agreement for their "Forever Home" ballpark upon Hillsborough College's Dale Mabry campus by a vote of five to two — a more comfortable arithmetic than the city council's four-to-three squeaker of Thursday — and with city and county blessings both in hand, the longest-running stadium serial in the game closes its final chapter. "Forever starts now," pronounced the club's managing partner Zalupski, who eleven months ago, at his ownership group's very first press conference, named a permanent Tampa Bay ballpark his "first and highest priority." There remain the community benefits process and the validation of the bonds before ground is broken, but the two-decade question of where the Tampa Bay enterprise shall live is answered. The Herald notes with satisfaction that the club so housed spent the selfsame evening becoming the first American League nine to reach eighty victories, as the rest of the card relates — a franchise that settled its future and padded its present inside a single Friday.

THE INFIRMARY WARD: OHTANI THROWS HIS TWENTY PITCHES AND EYES SUNDAY'S MOUND, WHILE FRIED RETURNS TO TAKE ONE HALF OF THE BRONX TWIN BILL

The unicorn's gate, so long watched in these pages, may swing open within the week. Shohei Ohtani threw a bullpen session of some twenty pitches at Comerica Park on Friday — lighter than his custom, and by his own choosing — and his manager Roberts allowed that, depending on how the two-way marvel recovers, he could take a big-league mound as soon as Sunday's finale in Detroit, likely for a single inning as a curtain-raiser ahead of Glasnow. "It's not a hiding-the-ball situation," Roberts said, promising a verdict after conferring with his star and the pitching counselor Prior. Ohtani has not pitched since the third of July, his left knee's soreness having idled an arm that had gone eight-and-two with a 1.79 earned-run figure across fourteen starts. The same ward reports the Yankees' Max Fried — shelved by a bone bruise of the left elbow — is to be activated this very day to start one half of the doubleheader against Boston, of which appointment the desk note has more; and in Flushing, the Mets' relief captain Díaz works through a bullpen progression of his own, a rehabilitation assignment still between him and the September wars.

THE VALEDICTORY DESK: ON THE NIGHT ONE CY YOUNG MAN RETURNED TO COMERICA, THE HOUSE HELD HOPE FOR ONE MORE FROM ANOTHER

While Skubal was drying his eyes upon the Comerica mound, the manager Hinch was speaking of the other Cy Young laureate in the building — Justin Verlander, now in the one-and-twentieth year of his major-league life — who has not thrown a pitch in anger since the thirtieth of March, waylaid first by the hip and then by the hamstring, and who announced in July that this season shall be his last. The old lion is now throwing off the slope of the mound, a step shy of a proper bullpen session, and Hinch pronounced him "as encouraged as I've heard him since his injury." "I sense that he is building towards something positive," said the manager, "and that he's going to be able to make at least one appearance." Twice already this season a Comerica homecoming has been scratched by the body's veto, so no date is penciled; but Detroit, which gave Cabrera his long goodbye three summers ago, knows the worth of a proper farewell, and the Herald keeps a column of type set aside against the day.

THE DEBUT DESK: JENKINS COLLECTS HIS FIRST HIT TO A STANDING OVATION — AND THE MAN WHO CAUGHT HIS LOUDEST DRIVE WAS PETERS, WHOSE OWN VIGIL ENDS AT FIVE

Target Field rose to its feet Friday before Walker Jenkins had seen a single major-league pitch — the summons of the Twins' finest prospect having been announced in yesterday's number — and the young man, dubbed by the faithful "Joe Mauer with more power," repaid the courtesy at once, driving the second pitch he saw some 380 feet to the center-field warning track. "It gave me straight chills," he said of the reception. The ball was run down — and here the pastime's sense of theater bears noting — by Tristan Peters, the White Stockings' rookie whose five-game home-run streak this paper has chronicled all week, and whose vigil upon the all-time mark of eight ended quietly the same evening: a single in four trips, no homer, the streak dead at five and the club record shared. Jenkins finished one-for-three with a walk and his first big-league hit, his manager Shelton pronouncing the whole evening "really impressive." One rookie's candle out, another's lit, and the Herald's lamp-trimmers stay busy.

THE PROTOCOL DESK: WEBB, A GENTLEMAN OF 204 GAMES' STANDING, IS EJECTED AT LAST — AND VITELLO MAKES IT TWICE IN THREE DAYS

The umpiring estate collected two notable scalps by the Bay on Friday. Logan Webb, who in 204 major-league games had never once been invited to leave one, was ejected from the San Francisco dugout for expressing — in what he conceded was an ungentlemanly tone — his opinion of two third-inning calls that undid the rookie Tidwell: an offering to Nootbaar called a ball where Webb saw strike three, and a fair-ball ruling in the same frame, the inning swelling to five Arizona runs behind Carroll's homer. "I don't think I get mad at umpires very often," Webb testified. "I thought that inning just didn't need to happen." His manager Vitello followed him to the showers directly — the rookie skipper's second ejection in three days and fifth of the season, a pace that would have done the old Baltimore Orioles proud. "I was hot before Tony was," Webb confessed, "and I think I got him hot." The Herald, which only Thursday related a missed balk gone unremedied in the desert nine's favor, observes that the umpiring estate and the National's West are developing a lively correspondence.

The Rest of the Card

GOLDSCHMIDT SUPPLIES THE RUN, SCHLITTLER THE TWO HUNDREDTH STRIKEOUT, AND BELLINGER THE THROW: YANKEES 1, FENWAY MEN 0

The guard this paper posted at the Bronx gate yesterday morning held it: Cam Schlittler, facing the club he rooted for as a boy, pitched scorelessly into the sixth — five walks survived, eight strikeouts collected, the two hundredth of his season among them, his earned-run figure now a league-best 2.09 — and Paul Goldschmidt's third-inning homer, his seventeenth, stood as the game's entire commerce. The Fenway men put five hits and six walks aboard and cashed none of them, Bellinger's seventh-inning throw from left arriving on one hop to the catcher Wells to cut down Rafaela and close an inning-ending double play, and Bednar sealed his one-and-thirtieth save. The season's series between the ancient rivals stands level at five apiece with three to play — a twin bill this very day, as the desk note relates — and New York's grip on the top wild-card chair measures three full games over Boston.

EIGHTY VICTORIES, A NEW BALLPARK, AND A CATCH THAT TOURED THE BULLPEN FURNITURE: TAMPA MEN 9, FRIARS 4

On the day the county blessed their Forever Home, the Tampa men became the first American League club to eighty victories, hanging five fourth-inning runs upon San Diego and never glancing back. Yandy Díaz homered his twentieth and drove in two, Mullins added his fourteenth over the fan-brushed right-field wall — reviewed and upheld — and Simpson stole two bases to reach seven-and-thirty, while McClanahan took the win. The defensive jewel belonged to DeLuca, who chased Fermin's foul pop at a dead sprint and slid clean into the home bullpen, fetching up against the bench with the ball secured — "as good of an outfield play as you're going to see," ruled his manager Cash. Merrill's two-run homer was the visitors' best answer; the Friars' hold on the National's last chair, as the card below relates, thinned to half a game by nightfall.

STOTT IS ROBBED OVER THE WALL, SO SOSA EMPTIES THE BASES INSTEAD: BROTHERLY LOVE NINE 5, HALOS 3

The ninth inning in Anaheim staged a full evening's theater in the span of five batters. The Halos led three-to-one — their runs banked in the first, two of them arriving by wild pitch — when Wade Meckler, fresh from the concussion list, leapt into the right-field stands to rob Stott of a three-run homer, a theft that ought to have decided matters. Two batters later the bases were full against the laboring Joyce, eleven strikes in six-and-twenty pitches, and the pinch-hitter Edmundo Sosa struck the relief man Peralta's offering to center for a grand slam placed beyond even Trout's compass — the first Philadelphia man to hit a go-ahead slam in the ninth with two out since Victorino in 2009, and the club's second stunning ninth-inning resurrection inside a week. Four runs batted in for Sosa, a second save for Bowlan's ledger by way of McFarlane's win, and the Brotherly Love nine hold their wild-card chair at three games' cushion.

ELEVEN OF TWELVE FOR THE KANSAS CITY MEN, AND CLEVELAND'S SEVEN-GAME PROCESSION HALTS AT THE WHITEWASH: ROYALS 3, LAKE ERIE MEN 0

The collision this paper appointed at yesterday's close went entirely to the visitors: Wacha and the relief corps blanked the Lake Erie men on six hits, Witt doubled and scored on Perez's fifth-inning groundout, and Carter Jensen — whose record-keeping leadoff homer graced Thursday's number — closed the accounts with a two-run blast in the ninth, his nineteenth. So dies Cleveland's seven-game winning streak, un-mourned by a Kansas City nine that has now won eleven of its last twelve; Bibee absorbed the loss, his fourteenth, and Cruz sealed his sixth save. The Central's arithmetic obliges the wild-card table instead: Cleveland's hold on the American's last chair is two games over Texas and Baltimore both, and the rubber of this set goes at 4:10 this afternoon, Lynch opposing Griffin and his gaudy fifteen-and-four.

A FOUR-RUN EIGHTH FALLS ONE SHORT, AND FRIEDL — THE WAIVED MAN — SUPPLIES THE CUSHION: QUEEN CITY NINE 10, CUBS 8

A slugging carnival at Wrigley ran to six-and-twenty hits, and the Queen City nine banked just enough of them. Trailing three-to-two after Sal Stewart's nine-and-twentieth homer had chipped at Chicago's early lead, they hung five upon the sixth inning — Trevino's equalizer, Stewart's run-scoring single, and Stephenson's three-run blast the heavy freight — and Stewart's two runs batted in swell the National's leading ledger to one hundred and two. The Cubs answered with four in the eighth behind Ramírez's three-run homer and Suzuki's third hit, drawing to nine-and-eight, whereupon TJ Friedl — set upon the waiver wire Wednesday beside Suárez, whose slam that same night these pages sang — homered in the ninth for the margin that held. Lowder took the win, Pagán his eighteenth save, and the North Side nine have now dropped three running, their wild-card cushion at four games.

FIVE STRAIGHT FOR THE BRAVES, AND ACUÑA ANSWERS HIS DAY OFF WITH THREE HITS: ATLANTA 6, MILE HIGH NINE 4

Sat down Thursday by his manager Weiss for a breather, Ronald Acuña Jr. returned Friday with his first three-hit evening of the season, a fifth-inning double leaving his bat at 108 miles to the hour just ahead of Michael Harris II's two-run homer — the center fielder's two-and-twentieth, part of a three-hit, three-runs-batted-in night of his own. The Mile High nine closed within a single run by the fifth — McCarthy's sacrifice fly, Goodman's run-scoring single, and Rumfield's groundout doing the work — and within two on Castro's seventh-inning sacrifice fly, but Iglesias sealed his nine-and-twentieth save behind the winner Holmes, and the Braves' streak runs to five — their lead in the National's East a comfortable five games over Philadelphia, and the pursuit of Los Angeles for the second first-round bye now a matter of a single game.

CEASE MAKES HIS CASE IN SIX TIDY INNINGS, AND OKAMOTO DRIVES HOME THREE: JAYS 8, MARINERS 1

An evening after boos chased them from their own yard, the Jays handed the ball to Dylan Cease and were rewarded with the customary: six innings, one run, eight strikeouts — his league-leading total now two hundred seventeen — in an eight-to-one settling of Seattle. The wires already frame the American's Cy Young argument as Cease against Schlittler, and Friday's twin gems, pitched hours apart, will not simplify the jury's work. Okamoto drove home three with his seven-and-twentieth homer among them, Springer and Lukes added blasts of their own, and Canzone's leadoff homer for the visitors was Seattle's whole account. The Jays thus stand two games and a half from Cleveland's wild-card chair; the Mariners, four astern of Houston's division crown, drift.

HENDERSON GOES SEVEN AGAIN, CONTRERAS DRIVES HOME THREE, AND THE BEST RECORD FATTENS: BREW CREW 6, LONE STAR NINE 1

Logan Henderson, Milwaukee's Mr. Reliable by his own clubhouse's coinage, matched his career high with seven innings in a six-to-one dispatch of Texas, running his ledger to nine-and-two while William Contreras drove in three and the fourteen-hit attack ground along behind him. Two Texas hits the whole evening — Jansen's homer the lone run — and the Brew Crew stand at four-and-eighty victories against one-and-fifty defeats, the game's best record, three-and-thirty games above the break-even line and eight clear of the Cubs in the Central. Their manager Murphy, offered every milestone in the ledger, wanted none of it: "This is a really young team. You can't divide their attention." The Lone Star nine, for their part, slip two games from the American's wild-card row.

FOUR IN THE FIRST HOLD UP AT TARGET FIELD, AND THE PALE HOSE PASS A MILESTONE NO RESURRECTED CLUB HAD REACHED: PALE HOSE 7, TWIN CITIES NINE 4

Colson Montgomery's three-run homer, his eight-and-twentieth, capped a four-run first from which Minnesota never quite recovered, though Lee's two-run blast and Clemens's solo answered by the second. Benintendi doubled home the fifth run, two more crossed by passed ball and wild pitch, and Taylor took the decision ahead of Hudson's sixth save. The one-and-seventieth victory carries its own freight: no club that had suffered three consecutive seasons of a hundred losses had ever before won more than seventy games in the year following, and the South Siders passed the 2014 Houstons, the 1965 Senators, and the 1925 Boston Braves in a single evening. Their grip on the Central stands at three games and a half over Cleveland; the debutant Jenkins's evening, and Peters's ended vigil, are the debut desk's business above.

BROWN STRIKES OUT TEN IN QUEENS, AND THE WEST'S CROWN GAINS ANOTHER GAME'S PURCHASE: HOUSTON NINE 3, METS 1

Winless through four August starts, Hunter Brown chose Citi Field to remember himself: ten strikeouts across six innings and two-thirds, one run allowed, and the first Houston starter to complete six innings since the tenth of August — a drought of fourteen games between quality starts that had worn the bullpen to the nub. Varsho singled home two in the three-run sixth and Diaz cashed the third; Hader closed his twentieth save. "That's the Hunter that we're used to seeing," pronounced the manager Espada. The Houston nine have taken three of four on their New York excursion, and the West's crown — half a game wide when this week opened — now measures two full games over Texas, the tiebreaker in Houston's pocket besides.

TEN INNINGS BY THE BAY OF SACRAMENTO, A RUNNER CUT DOWN AT THE DOOR, AND THE O'S TAKE IT: ORIOLES 4, MACKMEN 3

A two-nought Baltimore lead built in the second held until the Mackmen chipped it away — Heim's homer in the seventh, and in the eighth Butler's single cashing Bolte while Beavers, from left field, threw McNeil out at the plate to keep the account level. The tenth settled it: Mayo and Encarnacion-Strand singled home a run apiece, Gelof's answering single retrieved one, and Hoppe recorded the final outs for his first save behind the winner Kittredge. The O's thus open their western swing a game to the good, two games from Cleveland's wild-card chair; the Athletics, spoilers of cheerful reputation, will resume the argument at 10:05 this evening.

THREE PITTSBURGH ERRORS, ONE CROOKS HOMER, AND THE CARDS COLLECT QUIETLY: REDBIRDS 4, CORSAIRS 1

The young catcher Crooks supplied the decisive blow, a two-run homer in the third — his fifth — and St. Louis added single runs on Church's sacrifice fly and a Pittsburgh throwing error, which was fitting bookkeeping on an evening the Corsairs kicked the ball thrice. Mathews took his first victory of the season, Stanek sealed his second save, and Triolo's run-scoring single stood as the visitors' entire offense. Two straight now for the Redbirds, who sit four games and a half from the National's last chair — arithmetic that obliges them to keep winning and the four clubs above them to oblige by losing.

A FIVE-RUN THIRD AND A TEN-RUN EVENING IN THE DESERT'S FAVOR: DESERT NINE 10, JINTS 6

The ejections are the protocol desk's business above; the baseball was emphatic enough on its own. Nootbaar opened the game with a leadoff homer, Carroll struck a two-run blast in the five-run third — his nineteenth, part of three driven in — and Tawa followed directly with a three-run shot of his own as the Desert nine buried San Francisco ten-to-six. Eldridge homered and doubled, and Koss added a two-run blast for the home nine's dignity; Carrillo took the win over the rookie Tidwell. The prize is the arithmetic: with San Diego beaten at Tampa Bay, Arizona stands but half a game from the National's final chair — and the two clubs meet again twice this very day, a twin bill at 4:05 and 10:05 by the Eastern clock, with the whole of the chase compressed into one Saturday by the Bay.

FIVE IN THE THIRD, FOUR IN THE SEVENTH, AND TWO RUNS DELIVERED BY A SINGLE WILD PITCH: SENATORS 9, GULF STREAM NINE 2

The Senators did their week's scoring in two installments. The third inning produced five — two of its runs crossing upon a single wild pitch, a delivery that will trouble somebody's sleep, before Brady House cleared the bases' remainder with a three-run homer, his tenth — and the seventh added four more, Ford's homer, Crews's two-run double, and Lile's triple among the freight. Kent took the decision; Heriberto Hernández's one-and-twentieth homer and Edwards's run-scoring single were the whole of the Gulf Stream nine's reply. Two straight now for Washington, and the clubs return to it at 12:15 on the morrow — the Fish, whose wild-card deficit stands at four games, in some hurry to stop the bleeding.

The morning tables, briefly surveyed. In the American: Tampa Bay, first of that league to eighty victories, holds the East by four over New York with Boston seven astern; the Pale Hose keep the Central by three and a half over a Cleveland nine whose streak died at seven; Houston's crown in the West is two games wide over Texas; and the wild-card row reads New York, Boston, and Cleveland's last chair by two over Texas and Baltimore, with Toronto two and a half back. In the National: Atlanta by five in the East, Milwaukee by eight in the Central, Los Angeles by nine in the West, and the chairs behind them — Chicago's cushion four, Philadelphia's three, and San Diego's final seat now half a game ahead of the desert, with Miami four back and St. Louis four and a half. Today's card runs to seventeen engagements upon fifteen grounds, all verified against the schedule, and the desk directs the reader's eye to three appointments: in the Bronx, the ancient rivals play a twin bill at 1:05 and 7:15, the season series level at five apiece and Fried, restored from his elbow's complaint, appointed to the evening half; by the other Bay, the Desert nine and the Jints likewise go twice, at 4:05 and 10:05, with San Diego's half-game chair the stakes and the Friars engaged at Tampa Bay at 4:10; and at 4:10 in Cleveland the Royals' eleven-of-twelve surge meets Griffin and his fifteen-and-four in the rubber of the set. The champions and the Tigers resume at 1:10, and Sunday at 1:40 may yet bring the unicorn to the mound, as the ward above relates. Until the morrow's dispatch, keep your scorecards near and your enthusiasms nearer.

~ THE HERALD ~

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