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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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880808
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Monday, August 08, 1988
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
RED SOX? 19-1? HEY, SEE YA LATER
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I suppose you're waiting for me to trash Willie Hernandez for the lousy
pitching he did Sunday that helped  the Red Sox beat the Tigers, 3-0, in 10
innings and spoil an otherwise clean-sweep  weekend for Detroit, right?

  Too bad. I am above that. Besides, he might have a bucket. Anyhow, I think
Tigers fans should forget about Sunday's defeat, which may have been a
deliberate plot by Sparky  Anderson to keep his boys hungry, and instead go
right to the VERY BIG QUESTION, which obviously is this: What happened to the
Boston Red Sox juggernaut?

  You may recall four days and five games ago,  the Sox were being compared
to, say, the German army of 1940. Every team they played, they demolished.
  "There's no stopping them!" people cried.
  Yeah. Well. Then again, maybe there is. What happened  to Boston this past
weekend is something you wouldn't wish on any baseball team right now. What
happened to them was Morris, Terrell, Alexander, King and Robinson. With a
dash of Henneman and Heinkel.
  See ya later.
  "Good pitching is always going to beat good hitting," Robinson said after
the game Sunday -- although, as he would quickly admit, a run here and there
would be nice.
  "Still,  we feel we're the best team in  the American League. Nobody wants
to believe that."
  He shrugged. "After we win the World Series, they'll still be saying, 'What
a fluke.' "
  Then again, if the  Tigers win the World Series, they'll be too busy
saying: "Who cares? Pass the cocoa butter. Urrrrrp."
'Juggernauts' jolted
  And don't knock the idea. While it is still too early to draw conclusions,
we did see an amazing display of Tigers pitching, defense and fundamental
baseball in these five games. Robinson gave us the best show of all (nine
shutout innings) and was the only one to get tagged  with a loss.
  Remember that Boston had a team batting average of .293 coming in here.
That's after you throw in all the pinch hitters and bench warmers and slumping
batters, etc. Still .293? And what  happened? Six runs in the first game, then
one, two, two, three.
  "What happened to the juggernaut?" pitcher Walt Terrell was asked.
  "Didn't look like juggernauts to me," he said.
  By the way,  I should mention that Terrell said this, as usual, while
sitting in front of his locker, holding a beer and showing as much movement as
your basic mountain. But this time he was fairly typical of the  team. Despite
four wins over the hottest team in baseball, no one was getting too excited.
No one was getting fooled.
  "What did you learn from this series?" a reporter asked Darrell Evans.
  "Nothing,"  he said.
  Or rather, nothing the Tigers didn't know before. True, the Sox got a lot
of headlines -- the kind that, for whatever reason, the Tigers never seem to
get. But that's OK. The players here  know good pitching when they see it --
and when they see it from their teammates, they can't help but smile.
  "I don't care if it's 1988 or the year 2000," said Alan Trammell, "pitching
is going to  beat hitting, and right now, we've got the pitching. That's why
we're in this race."
  And that's why Boston wasted no time dressing Sunday and heading for the
bus.
  "What did you learn from this  series?" someone asked right fielder Dwight
Evans.
  "We learned that it's not going to be easy, and that you can't expect us to
win 19 out of 20 games all the time. . . . 
  "And that we're happy  to get out of here."
  See ya later.
Things can change quickly
  
  Now. True. The Tigers are three games ahead in the AL East. Perhaps that
makes you feel good. Perhaps that makes you feel giddy.
  Perhaps that makes you feel like the crazed bunch of bleacher lunatics
Sunday who identified themselves as THE JIM WALEWANDER FAN CLUB and sent me a
note before the game saying that if I didn't mention  them in the newspaper
they would call the LA Times and ask for Mike Downey back. These, by the way,
are the same people who cheered a balloon as it flew across center field,
screaming "GO! GO! GO!" And  I thought the '60s were dead.
  Anyhow, such glee should be held in check for a while. True, the Red Sox
may have stumbled against top-notch pitching; but the way the Tigers are
hitting, consider their  fate if, say, one pitcher went down with an injury
and another began to struggle. Presto! You have a .500 ball club. One need
look no further than Friday's doubleheader, in which the Red Sox lost both
Bob Stanley and Dennis Lamp to injury, to see what a difference a day can
really make.
  So what conclusions can we draw? Could  Anderson have been right? For all
the fuss, all the ink, all the brouhaha,  were these five games against
Boston just another five games?
  For the final word, let us return to Terrell, the clubhouse Buddah, sitting
in front of his locker. Terrell won the opener Thursday,  then spent the next
three days in careful observation.
  "What did you learn from this series?"
  He thought for a moment. He rubbed his chin.
  "I don't think there's really 52,000 seats in Tiger Stadium," he said.
  The season goes on.
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COLUMN;HUMOR;END;SERIES;BASEBALL;DTIGERS;BOSTON RED SOX;Detroit Tigers
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