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After eleven seasons of bouncing around, Brunet seemed to have finally found a home in Los Angeles. He was immediately promoted to the major leagues upon his acquisition by the Angels. He went 2–2 with a 3.61 ERA, mostly as a starting pitcher. One of those victories came on September 5 against his former club, the Orioles. He held the Orioles to four hits over seven innings before handing the ball over to Bob Lee for the save. The 1–0 victory knocked the Orioles out of first place.
Probably his finest season in the majors was 1965, when Brunet went 9-11 with a 2.56 ERA splitting fourth starter duties for the newly renamed California Angels with Rudy May. The .209 batting average he held opposing batters to was the fourth lowest in the league. By 1967, he was the Angels' top starter, but was a victim of hard luck. After a complete game victory in the season opener, Brunet lost his next nine decisions, a span during which the Angels only scored eighteen runs. In 1967 & 1968, he led the AL in losses with 19 & 17, respectively, despite relatively modest ERAs both seasons (3.31 & 2.86, respectively). He pitched back-to-back shutouts to earn his last two wins with the Angels on July 9 and July 14, 1969. On July 31, his contract was sold to the Seattle Pilots. Brunet's career with the Angels spanned over six seasons, his longest tenure with any club.
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