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8702160537
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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871001
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Thursday, October 01, 1987
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1E
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL CHASER EDITION, 1E
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Copyright (c) 1987, Detroit Free Press
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<HEADLINE>
TIGERS PERFORMING LIKE CHEAP IMITATION OF CHAMPS
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Pretty soon, I expect to find the American League  East title selling at a
garage sale for about $1.75.

  Does anybody want this thing? Detroit loses. Toronto loses. Detroit wins.
Toronto loses.  Detroit loses. Toronto loses. Are we sure this is the
homestretch? Geez. When the going gets tough, the tough wait for the weekend.

  Let's be honest here. It's crazy. Weird. But no excuses. The Tigers  can
talk all they want about fatigue, off-nights, a hot opposing pitcher. If you
want to win a pennant, you overcome those things, and  this week -- this
crucial,  final week -- the Tigers have gone  flat twice in three tries
against a team that was supposedly little more than a doormat.
  Never mind that the Blue Jays also lost Wednesday  night, and that the
Tigers remain just 1 1/2 games back.  That is like the boxer who returns to
his corner, bleeding from both eyes, and says, "I think he's getting tired."
  No excuses. If the Tigers ultimately win this AL East title, it will be
largely  back door, an unexpected collapse by Toronto. And if they lose it?
Well, you can find shreds of the white flag right here, on the playground
turned battleground by these Baltimore Orioles.
Thanks to  the Brewers  Before Monday's game, Sparky Anderson was musing on
the eventual  AL East winner. With pipe in mouth, he leaned back and said:
"It's very simple. It's not which team puts men on base.  It's the one who
brings them in."
  How true. And that's what hurts. On Wednesday, it was the Orioles who
listened to Sparky better than his own team, winning, 7-3. No doubt heeding
the echoes of Earl  Weaver, the O's brought six of their seven runners in on
home runs.
  And the Tigers? They rubbed out base runner after base runner with double
plays -- in the second, third and fifth innings. Kirk  Gibson had two men on
base and nobody out in the fourth. He grounded to first. Alan Trammell
followed. He popped to first.
  Now before you say, "Hey, this is baseball. It happens," let us say, "Hey.
These are the Baltimore Orioles. It's not supposed to happen." Are these the
same Orioles whom the Blue Jays defeated seven times this month, by an average
score of, what? Eighty-five to zero?
  Tigers  fans thought they saw the worst of it Monday. After a
heart-stopping series in Toronto, the Tigers came out dead. Jack Morris, their
ace, struggled and allowed three  runs. And the hitters  made a guy  named
John Habyan look like Roger Clemens. A shutout? Detroit's first shutout in a
month and a half? That hurt. You could see it in the Tigers' clubhouse
afterward. Yet they got a reprieve; Toronto lost  not only Monday but Tuesday
as well.
  "We've learned our lesson," the Tigers seemed to say Tuesday night, after a
10-1 win. "We won't bite the hand that feeds us again."
  No. This time they chomped  it off. How much more do we want from the
Milwaukee Brewers? A sweep of the Jays? They should get a key to the city from
Coleman Young. Or at least free playoff tickets. If there is a playoff here.

  The biggest letdown
  
  And that is the sad part. Sure, the title is still winnable. But taking
three games from Toronto is not what one would call a Sunday jog. How much
nicer would it have been  to be up by a game on Friday -- which could have
been achieved had the Tigers swept Baltimore?
  A word in the Tigers'  defense. This was the game they worried most about
-- the game started by Dan  Petry. For whatever reason, Petry cannot pitch
effectively when he begins within five minutes of the national anthem. From
the bullpen he did well. Wednesday  night he got bombed. And, as on Monday,
the Tigers' bats could not salvage the pitching. Whom did they lose to? Jose
Mesa? Come on. The guy didn't have a win all season. His ERA was a football
score. 
  Look. It's very simple. These are  the Baltimore Orioles. The Tigers should
have taken at least three of four. Now the best they can hope for is a split.
They let nobody down more than themselves.
  These are not easy words to write.  Almost everyone in Detroit --
journalists included -- would like to see the Tigers complete this most
unlikely season with a division title. It would be a terrific story, a case
study of guts, struggle, hole-plugging -- and how those things can make you a
champion. Oh, if good stories were guarantees of happy endings. But they're
not. Sometimes they wind up just good stories.
  We'll see soon enough  about this one.
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<KEYWORDS>
CRITICISM;DTIGERS;LOSS;GAME;RESULT;COLUMN;BASEBALL;SERIES;Detroit Tigers
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