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8601230926
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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860526
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Monday, May 26, 1986
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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THE 40-GAME CONCLUSION: TIGERS' GLASS IS HALF-EMPTY
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OK. Time's up. Sparky Anderson said you can't tell anything about a
baseball team until 40 games have been played. Fine. Sunday was No. 40.

  What can we tell about the Tigers?

  Well. That depends.  You want the optimistic version or the realistic one?
  The optimistic version says this: Without Kirk Gibson, with a weird streak
of poor pitching, with a weird streak of poor hitting by Lance Parrish,  Larry
Herndon and Alan Trammell, and with enough bumps, breaks and hamstring pulls
to last a season, the Tigers have still managed to stay afloat. And from now
on things will be better.
  Of course,  optimists always say, "From now on things will be better." That
is what makes them optimists. Realists look at the Tigers,  look at the way
they've lost 20 of 40 games, cluck their tongues and say, "This  is a mediocre
team, that's all. By the way, my glass is half-empty."
  Which are you? Well, if every time the Tigers win two in a row a voice
inside you says, "The magic is back," you're in the first  category.
  But the fact is, the Tigers have won two games in a row several times this
season -- they've even won three games in a row -- and they've come back to
lose just as many.
  Forgive me  for a moment.  But I'm going to jump into the second category,
the realistic one, and see how things look from in there.
No championship chemistry
  Well. It's dark in here, for starters. On one wall  are all the different
lineups the Tigers have used this season. On another is a tote board of how
many men the Tigers have left on base -- 49 in the last six games alone.
There's the team ERA, painted  in red. There's a picture of Darrell Evans, who
has hit nine homers, but driven in only 20 runs, and Willie Hernandez, whose
glory is fading fast.
  And a framed portrait of Sparky Anderson.
  Ah  yes. Whenever things go wrong in baseball, people point at the manager.
Stop by any Detroit saloon or office watercooler these days and you'll likely
hear anti-Sparky sentiment. "He pulls pitchers too  fast. He changes the
lineup too much."
  Well. The manager doesn't swing the bat or throw the pitch. Yes, perhaps
Sparky has over-monkeyed with the lineup. In an effort to meet every
statistical probability  -- lefty against righty, righty against lefty -- he
has overlooked a very human consequence: It is hard to build confidence and
leadership in players who never know if they'll be sitting this game out.
  (Interestingly, in Saturday's 4-1 win over the A's -- one of the better
games the Tigers have played -- the starting pitcher went the distance and the
starting lineup remained intact.)
  But -- and  this is a BIG but -- that doesn't explain everything. There is
a chemistry lacking with the Tigers. The kind of thing that pounces on scoring
opportunities, chews up teams on the road, and is convinced  that the pennant
was created with the Detroit insignia on it.
  Without it, you can forget it.
Where is the leader?
  Say what you will about overrating  Gibson, but Anderson's hope for another
spark  plug  when Gibson went down was wishful thinking:
  Parrish, an obvious choice, was struggling;  Evans has not been timely
with his hits, and he is too quiet by nature; so are Herndon and Lou Whitaker;
 Chet Lemon is a nice guy but not a man the team would rally behind;  Trammell
has seemed too involved with recovering his own confidence to worry about
inspiring others; Darnell Coles is a rookie; Dave  Collins is a newcomer, a
quiet newcomer at that. So who does that leave you?
  None of the players has been electric. The pitchers -- excluding Walt
Terrell and Jack Morris on occasion -- have been  less than inspiring, despite
their rave reviews in spring training. 
  Recently, Anderson commented that the Boston Red Sox, who lead the AL East,
exhibit that "special something" that already has  given them "five wins in a
row that they wouldn't win in a normal year." It's that intangible something
that is so far missing from the boys of Detroit.
  Yes, Gibson should be back soon. And the Tigers  have won their last two
games -- which means some of you are getting juiced up again. But this is not
1984. The more time passes, the more it becomes clear that 1984 was the weird
year, not the years  that have followed. Since then, the Tigers have
specialized in inconsistency. What they shine in one day, they sink in the
next.
  So what is real? This is real: A .500 record would put the Tigers  in a tie
for first place in the American League West. Only they are in the American
League East. In sixth place. And clawing back to the top of this division will
be like climbing an iceberg. Slow, and  slippery. 
  Forty are gone and 122 remain. Summer will be more fun if the optimists are
right. But for now, I'm going to swallow hard and be realistic. It has taken
the Tigers 40 chances to get back  to square one. Forty more like this and the
season is over.
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