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8702060209
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870803
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Monday, August 03, 1987
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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THIS ROUND GOES TO YANKS, BUT WHAT OF THE NEXT ONE?
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NEW YORK -- The series was complete, the bus was waiting outside, and the
Tigers players, still wet from the showers, dressed quickly, pulling on their
socks and shoes. The clubhouse was quiet;  it is always quiet after a loss.
But no one was sulking. You don't sulk in the middle of the fight.

  They had come into this unforgiving city two games out of first place; they
were leaving three  games out. One win. Two losses. Could've been better.
Could've been worse. And now, this weekend, the Yankees will do the visiting
to Detroit (where, they will be delighted to learn, you can actually  park a
car for under $25 an hour), and we shall see what we shall see.

  "We only dropped one game," was the Detroit  theme on Sunday. But there was
more to this series than standings. This was David and Goliath meeting again,
only this time David had grown and gone to Nautilus. The last clashes of
Tigers and Yankees were in April, when the Tigers appeared to be tied to a
concrete slab and headed  downriver. They played six times. Detroit lost five.
  "They're playing 100 percent better now," said Yankees right fielder Dave
Winfield, just a few hundred feet from where the Tigers were dressing.  "I'm
glad we finally got to play them. We've been reading about how they've been
going through teams like a hot knife through butter. We wanted to see what
they were about."
  "And what do you think?"  he was asked. "Will they be in the race with you
and Toronto?"
  "I think so," he said.  "Back in April they were awful! And now, they're
good."
What could have been

  How good, of course, is  the question. But Winfield is not the one to
answer it. That honor will fall to the arms and bats of the Tigers themselves,
and as they dressed Sunday they seemed concerned only that the minutes would
not pass quickly enough before the Yankees were back across the diamond again.
  "We should've won two of the three here," said Sparky Anderson, puffing on
his pipe after Sunday's defeat. "Everybody knows it. We outplayed them and
outhit them the entire series. We should have won Friday's game maybe 8-6."
  That game was lost, 6-5, with a ninth-inning home run by New York's Gary
Ward, after the  Tigers had blundered several scoring chances.  The Tigers ran
away with it, 10-5,  Saturday. The Yankees returned the favor, 8-5,  Sunday.
  "We match up well," said Darrell Evans. That much was obvious.  And both
teams can score big. In three games, the Yankees and Tigers combined for 74
hits and 39 runs. Some pitchers should have picked up the resin bag and waved
in surrender.
  Could have been better.  Could have been worse. Could have been different.
Purists will note that the Yankees were without Rickey  Henderson and Willie
Randolph. Purists will say it softly around Kirk Gibson. "I don't give a
bleep who they have out there!" said the left fielder, who had one of his
finest offensive series of the season this weekend (7-for-14, two homers,
four  RBIs). "We're capable of stopping Rickey Henderson.  We're capable of
stopping Don Mattingly. We're capable of pounding the bleep out of their
pitchers.
  "Hey. If you're scared of your opponent, quit. We're not scared of
anybody."
We'll see you soon

  Besides, Tigers fans argue, Jack Morris did not pitch this series because
it was not his turn. Morris is to the Tigers' staff what Rick Rhoden (Sunday's
winner) is to the Yankees', and then some. 
  (Let's address the Morris thing right here. First of all, according to
Morris, had the Tigers lost  Saturday, he very likely would have pitched
Sunday. "There were pretty good indications," he admitted,  although Anderson
never gave any such signal to the press. Doesn't matter. They won Saturday. It
was unnecessary to make a move. Morris, who pitches tonight, summed it up
best: "We have to win Monday,  too.")
 But forget what we didn't see. Here is what we saw: The Tigers indeed belong
in the hunt.  The Yankees have the best home record in baseball, and  Detroit
very nearly took two out of three.  The Tigers are no shoo-ins, but neither
are the Yankees or the Blue Jays. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is
a race.
  In the ninth inning Sunday, the Tigers were losing badly, 8-3. A perfect
time to pack it in and head for the airport. Darnell Coles was at the plate --
 he was  in the game only because of an injury to Tom Brookens and an earlier
pinch-hit for Jim Walewander -- and yet, for  all the problems he has  had
this season,  he stroked a single to left. And Lou Whitaker followed with a
home run. And it was  8-5.
  Sure, Evans, Gibson and Alan Trammell went down once super reliever  Dave
Righetti came in. But Whitaker's blast was a subtle reminder. The Tigers may
lose, but they never leave early. Nobody's lying  down in this race.
  "Hey," said Gibson, "we took it to Righetti  Friday. He took it to us
today. I tip my hat. . . . "
  He grinned. "I tip my hat and say: 'See ya next weekend, big boy.' "
  Can you wait?
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COLUMN;DTIGERS;NEW YORK YANKEES;BASEBALL;REACTION;ANECDOTE;
QUOTE;KIRK GIBSON;Detroit Tigers
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