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8602170407
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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861020
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Monday, October 20, 1986
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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4F
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1986, Detroit Free Press
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GOING TO PLATE DRIVES AL PITCHERS BATTY
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NEW YORK -- Roger Clemens stood along the edge of the field, without a
glove, without a ball. He was due to pitch in two hours. He carried a bat.

  A bat?

  He did not swing it. He did not rest  it on his shoulder. He carried it
grudgingly, the way you carry an umbrella when it is not raining.
  A bat.
  "All right," said teammate Dwight Evans, coming out of the batting cage and
looking  over Clemens' wood.
  "Five swings," mumbled Clemens, "and I get the hell out of here."
  Evans pantomimed a few hitting pointers. Clemens half-nodded. Dave
Henderson, the center fielder, wandered  over and grinned.
  "Gonna hit, huh?" Henderson said.
  "Five swings, I'm outta here,"  Clemens repeated.
  Clemens had taken his last at-bat in the All-Star Game this summer. One
at-bat. Before  that, you'd have to go back to his junior year in college. He
is a pitcher in the American League, which means things made of wood are
usually never closer than 60 feet away. Except in the World Series,  where
games played in the National League city are played by the National League
rules. No designated hitter.
  The pitchers carry bats.
  "Come on, Rog," hollered Wade Boggs, one of the best hitters in baseball.
Clemens darted into the cage, still wearing his satin jacket. Here came the
first pitch. A foul tip. The second pitch. A foul tip. The third pitch. A
light grounder. 
  The ball hit his  bat with a clutzy clap. Boggs rolled his eyes as if to
say, "What is this guy doing here?"
  What is this guy doing here?
  IT SEEMS  embarrassing.  It seems a waste. With swings like this, can there
 be any doubt as to the result in a real game? Sure enough, both of Clemens'
at-bats Sunday night were sacrifice bunt attempts (one was thrown away by
Keith Hernandez in the second inning, and Clemens  -- 0-for-2 -- eventually
scored). The night before, Bruce Hurst, the Boston pitcher, came to bat three
times, and struck out three times.
  This is what happens when leagues collide. Commissioner Peter Ueberroth has
decided the best compromise is the half-compromise -- use the designated
hitter in the American League city, forsake it in the National League.
  But that only makes things normal for  the NL team at home, and like
Christmas morning on the road. "They definitely gain the advantage," said
Boston reliever Joe Sambito. "We're the ones who are doing something new."
  Now, before the  tinders ignite that tired debate over which way is better
-- designated hitter or no designated hitter -- let us remember that the World
Series, outside of being another event to watch on the barroom's  big screen,
is supposed to be the reward for players who work so hard to get there.
  If your eyes wandered Sunday from Clemens' embarrassing five swings in the
Red Sox's cage, you might have spotted  a large- framed man leaning on his bat
some 30 yards away, watching quietly.
  Don Baylor, who was suddenly benched.
  The re-designated hitter.
  BAYLOR, by every one of the thousand-and-one accounts written so far, was
the spiritual leader of this Boston team this season, the man who called the
team meetings, the guy who urged the team not to quit when it was  three outs
from playoff elimination  against the California Angels -- then clapped a
two-run homer just to show the Sox how it's done.
  Baylor has played in 160 games this season, and hit 31 home runs. At age
37, that is amazing. But  now, it's take a seat for Games 1 and 2, and, should
it go that far, Games 6 and 7.
  "Doesn't that bother you?" he was asked Sunday, while Clemens took his
swings.
  "It's the rules," he said, shrugging.  "I did the best I could to help get
this team here. What else can I do?"
  There was talk about Baylor playing first base, in place of the constantly
bruised Bill Buckner. Buckner pulled his pieces together. Baylor sat.
  "For me to play first base in the Series wouldn't be fair to the guys who
got us here," he said. "Buckner is the first baseman. He deserves to play."
  Baylor shrugged again.  "I can be used as a pinch hitter. But if I have to
pinch-hit, that means we're probably losing. So it's OK if I never get an
at-bat in this Series. As long as we win."  
  It is not fair. It is not  new. Last year, we were writing how unjust it
seemed that Kansas City DH Hal McRae, who, like Baylor, lent his experience
and bat during the season's main course, had to sit out for the dessert.
  It is not a defense of the DH rule. It is not an indictment. Leave that for
the higher baseball minds to ponder. But, while the rules differ from league
to league, it seems a shame that a guy who carries  a big stick to get his
team here should have to sit on his hands, while his pitcher flails away at
pitches he can barely see.
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BASEBALL;PITCHING
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