hello, everybody, harry doyle here, welcoming all you friends of the feather to another season of indians baseball. a lotta new faces for the tribe this year, as they take on the defending american league champs, the new york yankees. and listen to the roar of the crowd as the indians takes the field!
yes, sir, they love this club here in cleveland.
high fly ball, centerfield. hayes under it now.  oh, makes a basket catch, willie mays style, and the side is retired.
bottom of the first, willie mays hayes to lead it off for the tribe.
a lotta people say you can tell how a season's gonna go by the first hitter of the year. in the last fifteen years, the indians have never had the season lead-off hitter reach base.
hot shot toward the hole. rudia knocks it down, gets up, fires to first. too late! hayes beats it!
and so the string is broken. maybe things will turn around a little for the indians this year.
and now hayes is putting on a pair of black gloves, sending a little message to the yankees.
brewster, quick move to first.
he got him. hayes is picked off.
well, so much for that.
top of the sixth. rookie sensation, ricky vaughn, on to pitch now. you can close the book on winters.
first pitch is a little high.
ball four.
ball eight.
low, and vaughn has walked the bases loaded on twelve straight pitches. by the laws of probability, you'd think one of those coulda drifted over the plate.
so, a tough start for the erie warriors, as they drop a heartbreaker to the yankees, nine to nothing. the post game show was brought to you by.  christ. i can't find it. the hell with it. this is harry doyle saying good night, everybody, and happy hunting.
two down, top of the ninth. last chance for the red and blue.
bouncing ball to second. this should be it. collins up with it, on to first, and the game is over.
in the press box again.
so, the sons of geronimo, still suffering a bit from propeller lag, are nipped by the tigers tonight, 7 to 0. the only excitement for the tribe provided by rick vaughn who set an american league record by throwing four wild pitches in one inning. congratulations, rick. for the tigers, 5 runs, 9 hits, and no errors. for the indians, one run, and let's see, one hit. is that all we got, one fucking hit?
don't worry about it. nobody's listening anyway.
we're in the ninth, two down, man on first and the indians clinging to a one run lead. vaughan, one out away from his first major league victory.
bouncing ball, dorn can't get to it, into left field, base hit. clarke digging around second, he'll make it to third, and the a's have runners at the corners.
vaughn in a little trouble here, but i'll tell ya, these cleveland fans are great. listen to them get behind vaughn.
runner goes, high, taylor has no play. the go-ahead and potential winning run is in scoring position.
high ball two, and the crowd doesn't like that call one bit.
so, ricky vaughn, roughed up in his only other appearance against the yankees, will see what he can do with the bronx bombers this time. vaughn, after a slow start, has come on lately and now leads the american league in strikeouts with 221.
so, vaughn pitches in some tough luck here as the yankees put together as few squib hits and take a 6-0 lead.
in the press box. the stadium below is empty, the grounds crew covering the infield.
well, the indians made a gallant comeback today, but fell one run short as the yankees held on for a 6- 5 victory, although they didn't do squat after the first inning. anyway, if the bus makes it here from the hotel we'll be on at 7:30 tomorrow night. till then, this is harry doyle, saying so long, everybody, and happy hunting.
in the press box.
won't need it tonight.
hello, everybody, harry doyle bidding you a wahoo welcome from beautiful municipal stadium, where tonight before a capacity crowd of 75,000 screaming featherheads, the braves of the cuyahoga will leave their teepees in search of cleveland's first league championship in over 30 years. standing in the way, their long time nemesis, the new york yankees, the big boys of broadway, who have beaten the indians like a tom-tom all year long.
looking past him to the field. harris is on the mound. there's a runner on second.
still nothing -- nothing, top of the seventh, two down. harris has been in trouble all night, but has battled his way out with the help of some great defensive plays.
uh oh, this one's tagged. deep center field. way back. way back.
it's off the reservation, home run. and the yankees lead it 2-0.
dorn up now, two down, bottom of the seventh. the indians running out of chances.
that'll bring on cerrano, hitless tonight. as a matter of fact, he hasn't touched the ball yet.
long drive, deep centerfield. way back. it might be. it could be. the ball is.  downtown, welcome to the happy hunting ground. the game is tied.
two down in the top of the ninth, still tied at 2, harris working on an eight-hitter.
activity continues in the pen, as harris is really digging himself a hole now. he got the first two hitters, and then gave up a single and a double and has now gone 3-0 to cheevers.
high, ball four and they're loaded for haywood, the biggest indian killer of them all.
o.k. vaughn has finished his warmup and we're ready to.
haywood steps in, the american league triple crown winner. .341 average, 48 homers, 121 r.b.i.'s. he's homered the only two times he's faced vaughn.
oh, lordy, three straight heaters and the yankees are blown down. no runs, two hits, three left on, and, are you ready, cleveland? we go to the bottom of the ninth, still tied at two.
can you believe this, monty?
two down in the ninth, hayes steps in hitting .291, trying to get something going for the tribe.
and horton is wasting no time. he's goin' to the duke.
duke leads the league in saves, strikeouts per inning and nose hairs.
what's this? taylor is pointing to the bleachers, calling his shot.
unbelievable. they're on their feet here, stomping, clapping. c'mon, join in wherever you are out there. let's hear you, cleveland.
hayes is gonna try to score! here comes the throw. he slides. he is.
safe. the indians win it. the indians win. oh my god, the indians win it!!