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Saul Venzur had pitched himself into a jam. After eight scoreless innings he began the ninth by

giving up two hits and a walk. Now the bases were loaded with no outs and Saul was cursing the

umpire over a ball that clearly should have been a strike. Put a siego! In those days you could call

the umpire a blind whore. That's how the game was played. Saul stepped off the mound, grabbed a

handful of dirt and twisted the baseball between his giant hands. In the stands his handy cap nephew

watched his every move. Saul called his eye and gave him a wink. No problemo.

Then he turned his attention to the visitor's dugout where the opposing team shouted encouragement

to their batter. Wait for your pitch Alejandro. He's got nothing. Little man, little arm. At six foot

five there was nothing little about Saul including his ego. Or a yelled Saul. The umpire raised both

arms and called time. Saul's nephew watched his uncle stroll toward the opposing dugout where he

addressed the now silent players. Five dollars says I end this game without giving up a single run.

Any takers? In those days you could make a friendly wager in the minor leagues. That's how the game

was played. Like Saul the migrant workers on the opposing team weren't flush with cash. But the odds

were just too good to resist. So they pulled their money. They made their wager and then they watched

in horror as Saul struck out the side. Final score. Santa Barbara merchants. One. Oxnard aces.

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