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8702100598
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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870826
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Wednesday, August 26, 1987
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<EDITION>
STATE EDITION
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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<MEMO>
SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION 1D
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
MOLITOR'S STREAK MAKES EVERYBODY TOO JUMPY
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I see that  USA Today, journalism's answer to the phone book, has begun
sketching out games for Paul Molitor and his incredible hitting streak. 

  Atop Tuesday's sports section, the newspaper  ran several small yellow
boxes  -- "Tonight," "Wednesday," "Thursday" -- detailing the scheduled
pitchers Molitor should face, and his statistics against each. (This, by the
way, was in addition to a giant picture of Molitor on the front page of the
paper. Which was accompanied by a giant front-page story. Which fell just
beneath USA Today's top news headline: "Summer's The Ticket For Record Movie
Year." And you thought it  had only a weather map.)

  But wait. I don't see why we should stop here. Why just sketch out the
pitchers? Ha. Pitchers will not be the major obstacles to Molitor's pursuit
of Joe DiMaggio's record 56-game hitting streak.  No way. Pitchers will be the
easy part.
  The hard part will be the media circus that is already coming aboard.
Every breath, every scratch, every  Molitor burp will be recorded and analyzed
the closer he gets to the record. Batting practice will  be filmed. Balls will
be collected and held for shipment to Cooperstown. 
  There will be nothing  like it ever in the history of sports. Therefore,
as a public service, I will tell you right now what will happen. This way you
won't have to miss any of those great movies USA Today was talking about:
He  can't even go home again
GAME 40: Molitor cracks a double on his first at-bat against Cleveland,
pulling even with Ty Cobb's record of 40 straight games set in 1911. "How do
you feel?" he is asked afterward  by a mob of reporters. "I'm real happy to
tie Ty, uh, Ty, tie, tuh, tu-tu, well, you know." A story comes out that
Molitor has developed a stuttering problem.
GAME 42: Molitor loops a single against  Minnesota to move within  two games
of Pete Rose's streak (44). When Molitor returns to his locker, he finds
several reporters from People magazine sleeping inside it. "If you could be
any animal in  the world. . . . " one of them begins. Molitor retreats to the
showers. Until morning.
GAME 44: The game is a complete sellout. Pete Rose is seen in the seats behind
home plate, champing  on a Nestle's  Crunch bar each time Molitor takes a
swing. Despite the distraction, Molitor hits a home run in the seventh. He
then asks Rose if he can have a piece.
GAME 47: A double against Kansas City keeps the  streak alive. Reporters
invade Molitor's hometown of St. Paul, Minn., which has changed its named to
St. Paulie, in honor of its most famous citizen. "He used to put air in his
bicycle tires right here," says a local gas station attendant. "I could tell
even then the boy was something special."
GAME 50: Barbara Walters scores a major coup by getting Molitor to agree to a
brief pre-game interview for  her prime time special. The cameras roll.
Walters gazes soulfully into Molitor's eyes. She asks, "Pauwie, have you ever
cwied?" The interview ends when Molitor cannot stop laughing. He then goes
4-for-5  against the Twins, and is still heard laughing on the way out to his
car.
GAME 52: Calls come from "The Tonight Show," "The Letterman Show," "The Cosby
Show," "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," Eric Show  and Showtime. Molitor poses
for Time magazine with DiMaggio, who was once married to Marilyn Monroe. "He
should marry Madonna!" says one marketing genius. "She looks like Marilyn
Monroe! Great publicity!"  Someone says both Molitor and Madonna are already
married. "So?" asks the marketing man. "Does that make a difference?"
The questions keep coming GAME 55: Molitor electrifies the crowd by laying
down  a bunt single in the eighth inning against Detroit to push the streak to
the brink of DiMaggio's. There are more reporters than fans inside County
Stadium.  Tickets are going for $300 apiece. Molitor  has to be taken off the
field in an armored truck. Questions are collected by a PR man. Molitor
answers them on tape, which is then played back to the media. The most popular
questions: 1) What will  you eat for breakfast? 2) What will you eat for
lunch? 3) What shoes will you wear? 4) What will you eat for dinner? 
GAME 56: The stadium is a dizzy, sweltering mass of humanity as Molitor,
hitless in his first three at-bats, comes to the plate with two outs in the
bottom of the ninth. Goodyear blimps are circling overhead. Helicopters hover
in between. Network television interrupts all programming,  and the broadcast
is beamed around the world, including China, Australia, Iceland, Suriname and
the Virgin Islands. A voice booms over the stadium loudspeakers: "NUMBER 4
NOW AT BAT, WILL EVERYONE PLEASE  JOIN IN PRAYER?" The sellout crowd rises in
unison. Police ring the field. Molitor take a few practice swings, then looks
up at the crowded sky. He remembers when he played baseball as a kid, the
simple  joy of smacking a hit, running the bases and getting his uniform
dirty. He pauses for a moment, and 50,000 flashbulbs explode in his face.
Blinking, he steps into the box, swings at three straight pitches  and is
called out. "What the . . . ?" he says, still blinking. His agent jumps off
the roof.
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PAUL MOLITOR;RECORD;BASEBALL;HUMOR;COLUMN
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