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SPORTS Boston Evening Globe Mondw, July 10, 1972 21 it, LEIGH MONTVULE Jt. iv 7 i In A 3q fFl Ilk'1 MX Uw' 1 flUa klM jl ill! CHECKING THE RULES before teeing off in the 11th Globe Boys' Golf Tournament are, left to right, David Farina, South Shore Country Club, George Arnold, Duxbury Country Club, and R. D. Haskell, The Country Club. Lynnfield Center Country Club.

Raye was 11th Globe Boys' Golf Tournament being in Hingham. (W'lliam Ryerfon photo) Ryan, twilight put light out on you could have watched our usually placid, kind manager, Eddie Kasko, pretend to have a heart attack on the third base line after two umpires named Hank Morgan-week and John Rice changed a decision around. Then Saturday night, if you really, like telethons, you could have sat around for over four hours and watched the Red Sox fumble away a 16-inning, 4-3 And, since you say the Angels are your team, you could have seen the Sox load the bases with none out in the 15th and not score. But Sunday night was the night to come. It was Camera Night.

But more interestingly, it was Nolan Ryan Night in the twilight. "I'm protesting this game to the Supreme Court," said Eddie Kasko afterwards. "They have That, folks, ivas Mr. Nolan Ryan Nolan Ryan has pitched to most of us. Nolan Ryan has pitched to anyone who ever has played baseball Most of us saw him when we were young, when we were very young.

He was a big kid then, a. kid whose genes had bounced him up to 150 pounds while the rest of our world had struggled to hit 90. He was on the mound and we were at the side of some wooden home plate and we were terrified. Nolan Ryan could throw a baseball very fast. Nolan Ryan's baseball could hurt your head.

1 We stood at that plate and made our little signs of the cross in the dirt and we shook. We watched his ball sizzle and pop, sizzle and boom into some stout catcher's mitt. We made our swings or waited for our walk and we were happy when it all was over. A curve ball made us- dive into the dirt for fear it was the fatal hard one coming into our little plastic batting helmet. A change-up made us look very silly, swinging at least a year before the ball passed, and the people giggled.

The fast ball? Nolan Ryan's fast ball made us retire. Nolan Ryan's fast ball told us there were people 'who played baseball infinitely better than we did and that the game was not a possible career. Some of us met up with Nolan Ryan in grammar school. Some of us met him in the summer, playing for the local American Legion. Some even lasted until college or some rookie team in some Florida rookie league.

A few even made it until last night. A few of us even made the traveling roster of the Boston Red Sox. Nevertheless, it was the same. What Nolan Ryan did to the Red Sox last night in his 3-0, one-hit masterpiece in Anaheim was the same thing other Nolan Ryans have been doing to everyone else since the first one slipped three high hard ones past a startled A. Doubleday.

The result was the same, the effect was the same. Nolan Ryan was amazing. He overpowered people. His night became a sizzle-boom game of catch. The batters were around just for the adjectives.

"Would you ask him where I can get some of that stuff?" opposing starter Sonny Siebert said and he spoke for all of us. A little more ooomph, a little more speed, a little more something and all of us would have been Nolan Ryan. Ryan himself would have been Nolan Ryan a long time ago if he had added just a little something extra to his operation. His major problem has been control control of his pitches, control of his mind, control of his body. His fast-balls have wandered, his mind has wandered, his fingers have blistered.

In four years with the New York Mets he became baseball's longest-standing His baseball intimidated, but strayed. Stories were written about his beautiful wife (Ruth), his microscopic home town (Alvin, Tex), his unique blister prevention (soaking his fingers in pickle bnne) He was regarded in the New York spotlight as a curiosity piece, a tremendous-looking pitcher with tremendous troubles. Ryan cited National Guard meetings as one problem, lack of work as another problem, and the blisters were an obvious problem. The Mets neatly shipped all of the problems (along with three minor leaguers) to the Angels this winter for Jim Fregosi. Since then, Nolan Ryan has prosperedHe has won 11, lost 5, zipped to the American League lead in strikeouts.

The work has been constant, the National Guard and the, blisters have been forgotten. The game last night was as close to domination of a major league game as a pitcher can get. His third inning three batters, nine strikes was the ultimate. Twenty-six batters, 16 strikeouts. One walk.

A bagful of records. For one night, at least Nolan Ryan became the Nolan Ryan most of us have met. He dominated. He overpowered. He controlled.

He made a major-league stadium a sandlot. He was too good for anyone else on the field. Phils fire Lucchesi, GM Owens takes over United Press International PHILADELPHIA The Philadelphia Phillies, who worst won-loss record in the majors, today fired Frank Lucchesi and replaced him with General Manager Paul Owens for the remainder of the season. Phillies' owner Bob Carpenter, who announced the firing at a hastily called noon news conference, said he was making Owens "the manager so that we can evaluate every individual player on the club." Owens was named earlier this year as general manager to replace John Quinn after the Phillies started a slide that took them to a 26-50 record, mired deep in the cellar of the National League's Eastern Division. The 45-year-old Lucchesi, a long time member of the Phillies organization, was in his third year as manager, but operating under a one-year contract.

Carp'jnter said with Owens now assuming the dual role for the remainder of the season. "He, as general manager, will be in a better position to make deals with any or all of our present talent this off-season." "I've been disappointed with the performance of the ilub so far and I'm hoping this change will get the club going," Carpenter said. Carpenter said Owens, who managed in the minor leagues for five seasons, "is no stranger to managing. He's been on the iield level before. Carpenter said Lucchesi would remain with the club as a special assignment scout.

Lucchesi's ouster confirmed the rumors circulating since the Phils started their slide. It was a long climb up for the San Francisco native who managed 19 years in the minor leagues before getting his break with the Phils in 1970. Owens, who played only in the minors, managed minor league teams in the Phils' system until he became the Philadelphia farm director in 1965. Earlier in the season, he denied reports that he was considering firing Lucchesi and taking over the field manager's job himself. Related story on Page 25.

READY TO FIRE is Ronald Raye, 13, of one of the 118 boys entered in today's played at the South Shore Country Club banned capital punishment, and to send anyone up against Nolan Ryan at twilight is the equivalent of capital punishment." If you left the country last winter and returned this afternoon, you'll remember 28-37 Nolan Ryan, who threw the ball faster and wilder than anyone remembered this side of Steve Dalkowski. Well, Nolan did throw one pitch off umpire shoulder and up the screen last night. But he also: Pitched a one-hit, 3-0 victory. Retired the last 26 hitters. Fanned 16 batters to take over (at 138) the American League strikeout lead.

Set one and tied another strikeout mark by fanning eight straight men (the old AL mark was seven, the NL record is 10 by old roomie Tom Seaver) and striking out the side on nine pitches. Now, the 181 tee it up as Globe holds 11th tourney By Tom Fitzgerald Globe Staff The 11th Boston Globe Boys golf tournament got underway at 8 this morning on the South Shore C.C. course, with 181 entries on the starting list. This was the second-largest turnout for the competition for boys 15 and under, representing courses from the Metropolitan Boston area. It was expected that action on the Hingham course would continue until 6 p.m.

before the awards of 16 prizes, including trophies and blazers to the champions in the 14-15 and 12-13 Divisions. There was also a special nine-hole contest for players 11 and under. These youngest contestants hit off the 10th tee, with other groups playing through the day from the first tee. The 1971 winner of the 14-15 Division was Kevin W'lczewski of Cedar Hill who shot a 74 in his final year of eligibility and in only his third season as a golfer. The winning figure by Wilczewski, in cidentally, was almost precisely on the nose for the average of the preceding 10 tournaments.

The, record for that class, however, is established in 1969 by Larry Kelley and equaled by Robert Drew in 1970. There was some speculation as to whether that mark might be matched this time. While the tee markers were not pushed to any extreme lengths and pins were in relatively accessible positions, the well-conditioned South Shore course is not yielding any extra yardage in this moist season. It was difficult to make predictions in any of the classes, but there were some recognizable names on the lists of both the 14 15 and 12-13 divisions. Among those in contention in the 14-15 were Mike Costa, the 12-13 winner in 1971 along with Mike Teneriello and Charles Tryder who lost to Costa in a three-way playoff.

This was the second successive triple overtime in the group. In 1970, John Viera won from Greg Knight and Mike Reddish, and all of them are bidders in the top class. Teeing off at 9:31 in the 12-13 division this morning was the home club's David Fiirina who won in the ll-and-uikbr division in each o' the past two years with scor "1 iv' 38. Karly scores in Scorrbiml Sox latter has been done 15 times, but only Lefty Grove, Sandy Koufax and Nolan Ryan have done it twice. And, oh yes, he also threw 13 consecutive strikes at one stretch.

For the two teams combined, the first 10 outs were catchers' putouts (eight K's and a popup to Carlton Fisk). Won a career-high 11th game. He is now 11-3, 2.67. "He is," said pitching coach Tom Morgan, "the best pitcher in this league. It isn't even close." Set an Angel record with his fifth straight complete-game victory.

In those five games it reads: IP, 45; 17; 5: BB, Good grief! There are a lot of reasons why Ryan is suddenly a superman. One is Alvin, Texas's J. R. Watson, whose rattlesnake potions Ryan rubs on his arm and groin to prevent an old problem leaving every other game with an injury. Morgan talks about the change in motion and the change in mental approach.

It means he gets his curve over. "That curve is the difference from when I knew him in the other league," said Bob Burda. "God, it is unbelievable. He got me 3-2 the last time and I was primed for the fastball. He threw me a Koufax curve." So, Mr.

President, you see what you missed. Even Red Sox fans would have had fun even though their team lost 2-of-3 in what looks like a characteristic western swing (although we hope not). It was fun. And the Red Sox still ground on Baltimore. (Who lost four straight to Texas).

Fischer's got his seat, but will he take it? United Press International REYKJAVIK, Iceland The Boris a y-B Fischer world chess match can begin Fischer's favorite chair has arrived. The swivel chuir in metal and black leather was flown from Xew York to Iceland and put on the stage in the Reykjavik Chess Hall yesterday. Spassky's Russian advisers studied the char suspiciously, then left without comment. Now the Icelandic organizers face a new problem: Where to find a similar chair in Iceland? "It would look better if both had the same chairs." said Gudmun-dur Thorarinsson, president of the Icelandic Chess Federation. Fischer took one look at the dozen different chairs the Icelanders had assembled from Reykjavik's furniture stores the other day, sat in some of them, then gave his verdict: "Fly in my own chair." Spassky, the 35-year-old world champion, did not seem to worry much about details of the $250,000 match.

Before leaving for a salmon fishing tour of Northern Iceland the defending champion said, "I am not going to argue about chairs, chess boards and sets. I will leave that to Bobby. It makes no difference me." A'tcr tre lengthy and dramatic preludes, oclh fc's and appeared to s'arl the first of 24 games By Peter Gammons Globe Staff ANAHEIM Sorry, President Nixon, you blew it. There you were in nearby San Clem-ente, and you didn't come to the ballpark. Ha.

You probably watched the Democratic Party Telethon. You could have watched one of the wildest three-game series the good conservative people of Orange County have ever seen. And you could have changed that all-star team you picked to add the name of one Nolan Ryan. The weekend and treacherous Western trip started Friday with a Red Sox win and one of the funniest acts this side of Charlie Chaplin. The Red Sox won, 5-3, on Ben Oglivie's lOth-inning homer, and Nastase holds his temper, but not Smith Associated Press WIMBLETON, England Stan Smith, the, gentle giant of US tennis, won the treasured Wimbledon singles crown and couldn't quite believe it.

Smith, the 6-foot-4 army corporal from Sea Pines, S.C. raised his arms in relief and triumph after beating mercurial Romanian star Hie Nastase, 4-6, 6-3, 6-3, 4-6, 7-5 io a thrilling final yesterday on Wimbledon's center court. "There were times out there when I thought he was going to win," admitted Smith. Perhaps Smith's calm disposition saw him through the breathtaking final which was given an added psychological twist by being postponed 24 hours through rain. Nastase kept his well-known temper in check most of the time.

But he was like a simmering volcano that was liable to blow its top at any moment. "I couldn't sleep last night and the postponement nuide me more nervous," said Nastase. "I didn't eat any breakfast." Stan cridii'l seem to have prematch nerves at all. "I had online juk-e. cereal, several eggs and hamburgers for my breakfast," he said.

Smith showed only one moment of real tension during the whole match. That was just before the final set when he went and stood quietly in a corner of the court for a few seconds before entering the fray again. The rest of the time he tried to contain Nastase's flurries of dipping lobs and slashing baseline shots with cool aplomb and brilliant flashes of his own. Smith's victory, added to Billie Jean King's victory over Australian defending champion Evonne Goolagong in the women's final, gave the United States the two singles crowns for the first time since Tony Trabcrt and Louise Brough grabbed the double in 1955. It will take all Smith's notable talent to retain the title next year.

Subject to final agreement by the International Lawn Tennis Federation in Helsinki on Wednesday the stars of Texan millionaire Lamar Hunt's World Championship Tennis group will be back in contention at Wimbledon In 1973. 1 1' 4 r- i OFF THE HANDLE Stan Smith explodes with joy as he takes the Wimbledon crown. (AP).