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8601160479
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860413
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Sunday, April 13, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1E
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
JACK MORRIS IN TROUBLE?
JUST PARRISH THE THOUGHT
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CLEVELAND -- I don't know whether to call it the year or the week, because
the 1986 baseball season can be referred to as either one today. But so far
this year, or this week, the home run ball is  taking a big chunk out of Jack
Morris.

  It happened again Saturday. Morris surrendered a two-run homer in the first
inning, pitched masterfully the next six, then gave up another two-run shot
and  exited. The game was soon lost, 6-2, to the Indians. The Indians? And
this time, Morris' name went next to the sad result.

  It was a nicer finish last Monday, Opening Day, when, despite giving up
four homers and five runs, Morris got the win, 6-5. "At this rate," he said,
laughing after that game, "I'll give up 160 home runs and win 36 games."
  The equation has changed. Morris isn't laughing.
  Remember, the season is only a week old, or the week a season old, or, you
know, whatever. That said, the idea of Morris faltering is enough to take the
stripes off a Tigers fan. It'll downright strip  your confidence naked.
  Morris, as everyone knows, is the ace of the Tigers' pitching staff, the
guy on the front horse who yells, "Charge!" He is the type of pitcher whose
guts on the mound spread  across the field like good fertilizer.
  Six homers? Ten earned runs? In two games?
  "The mistakes I've made, they've hit pretty good," he said in the clubhouse
after Saturday's fizzle. He ran a  fist through his hair. He shook his head.
"And I made six pretty good mistakes."
Looking for silver linings
  OK. Let's be optimistic here. Optimists can explain everything positively.
Optimists  call a rainstorm on the weekend "good for the plants."
  So let's explain this. Let's be optimistic. In Saturday's loss, Morris gave
up the home run to Joe Carter in the first inning. Hey. First innings  are
traditionally when Morris struggles  -- especially in a foreign park. New
mound. All that. He walked four batters and threw a wild pitch that first
inning, too. Obvious trouble.
  "It's a constant  adjustment until I find the strike zone," he said.
  See? OK. The next six innings Morris pitched well. Scattered four hits.
Gave up no walks. Scalped a handful of Indians.
  The Tigers were trailing  only 3-2 going into their eighth inning. And
then, plop. Their most dismal offensive performance of this infant season.
They loaded the bases, nobody out, and Lance Parrish came to bat. Come on.
Could  you construct a better situation?
  But Parrish popped up. So did Darrell Evans, the next batter. And Alan
Trammell followed with a groundout that left orange and blue skeletons all
over the base paths. 
  And Morris watched the whole thing.
  Now, pitching is nine parts concentration. And Morris is fierce in that
department. But when you watch your team blow a chocolate-covered opportunity
to give  you a lead, and you're pretty much out of innings, and you're still
losing, it is possible your concentration slips ever so slighty.
  So maybe that forkball that hung up there for Cleveland's Brook  Jacoby to
smack into the outfield seats was partly attributable to that. Maybe?
  "No question the eighth inning was the turning point of the ball game,"
Morris said. "We load them up and can't score  a single point. I go out after
that and make two poor pitches. I don't think I can relate the two. I don't
know. I didn't intend to leave the ball in (Jacoby's) face."
Artillery still loaded
  Well,  all right. The point is to avoid panic. To avoid the thought that
the biggest gun in the Tigers' armed forces is in any trouble.
  Catcher Parrish, one of few men who sees Morris' pitches from the  ground
up, says relax. The ace is throwing as hard as ever. His position just isn't
perfect. Yet.
  "His pitches are getting up in the strike zone more than he wants them to,"
Parrish said. "That happens  sometimes with power pitchers.
  "He's just not consistent enough right now with his strikes. If a hitter is
sitting back on a pitch and it hangs up there, he's gonna get it."
  They've gotten Morris  six times in 14 1/3 innings so far. And fortunately,
if you can use the word fortunately, none has been any worse than a two-run
shot. Imagine the same problem with two or even three base runners. Ooooooh.
It says here Morris is too tough for that. The guy is a tank of a pitcher. A
force. He will get it under control. For now, concentrate on those innings in
between, when Morris threw hard and well. Figure  all these homers were, what?
April weirdness? If you're a Tigers fan, you'll sleep better that way.
  And it'll be good for the plants.
  Besides, there's plenty of baseball left. Hey. The year is only a week old.
Or, the week is a season old, too, as of now. I think. Well. You know what I
mean.
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