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8802150813
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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881020
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Thursday, October 20, 1988
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METRO FINAL CHASER
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SPT
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1D
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<BYLINE>
MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1988, Detroit Free Press
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DODGERS WILL WIN - AS THEY SHOULD
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OAKLAND, Calif. --  Forget it. This World Series is over. The Dodgers will
win -- and, more than that, they should win. If these are the big, bad Oakland
"Bashers"  we've been hearing about, then I  feel very safe walking the
streets here at night.

  Hey, A's, this is the World Series, remember? Glory, history, sneaker
endorsements? You're supposed to want to win this thing. In Game 4 Wednesday
-- the game it most had to have -- Oakland played as if victory meant locust,
hailstorm and death of their firstborn. Bad fielding. Weak hitting. A loss on
their home field to a Dodgers team that will  soon be holding first-aid
clinics, along with open tryouts for catcher, outfielder and starting pitcher.

  "They're so much better than us," croaked Dodgers manager Tommy Lasorda,
after his crippled  crew beat Oakland, 4-3, to take a commanding 3-1 lead in
this series, "and with all the guys we have injured, they ought to give us a
two-run lead before we even start."
  Well. Hey. Tommy. They did  their best. The very first inning saw a passed
ball by Oakland catcher Terry Steinbach, which allowed a run, and an error by
second baseman Glenn Hubbard, which led to another run. In the third,
shortstop  Walt Weiss let a ball sail over his head, allowing LA's Franklin
Stubbs to score from second base. So that's three runs for the Dodgers, pretty
much courtesy of the A's. 
  I've heard of hometown courtesy. 
  This is a bit excessive.
  Maybe Oakland just felt sorry for the Dodgers -- who are lucky to be
walking. Two-thirds of their staring outfield can't play. Their starting
catcher is now history.  If LA wins this thing, the victory parade should be a
fleet of ambulances. The post-series endorsement deals will be for major
pharmaceuticals. Kirk Gibson for cortisone. John Tudor for Demerol.
  How many guys are missing already? Tudor is gone for the Series, Gibson is
limited to ninth-inning pinch-hit heroics, Mike Marhsall's back is killing him
 (seriously, folks), and Mike Scioscia slid  into second base Wednesday and
hobbled off the field with a twisted knee. By the end of the night Wednesday,
the Dodgers were using a lineup that included Rick Dempsey, Tracy Woodson and
Jose Gonzalez.
  That'll make you shake in your boots, huh?
So much for their big reputation 
  Which is what makes Oakland's performance all the more ridiculous. Not only
was their fielding minor-league, but the hitting -- which, remember, is
supposed to be the  A's strong point -- is so punchless that out-of-town
reporters are beginning to wonder if that whole Oakland Bashers business was
just a good story somebody made up after a long night in an Oakland bar.
  Jose Canseco. Let us talk about Jose Canseco. He is supposed to be a gift
from the gods, a sculpted body that is almost too good for the rest  of
baseball. Yeah. Right. And I'm Lyndon LaRouche. With the exception of his Game
1 grand slam -- which was negated anyhow by Gibson's ninth-inning miracle --
Jose has been so ineffective, he is in danger  of a name change. They'll be
calling him Can'tseco. 
  Wednesday night, he came up in the bottom of the ninth with the tying run
on first. Perfect moment for heroics. He worked the count to 3-2.
  He struck out.
  And OK. Let's be fair. He wasn't the only one. In fact, Canseco, Mark
McGwire and Dave Parker -- the meat of the Oakland batting order -- were a
collective 0-for-11 Wednesday night. And that wasn't even against Orel
Hershiser. 
  He pitches tonight.
  Bye-bye, A's.
  "We're still wasting at-bats trying to swing for the fences," said
discouraged Tony La Russa, the A's manager,  after Game 5 was over. "We can't
keep doing that."
  Indeed, the A's may be the first team in history to lose a World Series by
showing off. They are like a bodybuilder in such a rush to pull his shirt
off, he gets his head tangled in the fabric. Instead of patient, methodical
rallies, the A's tend to put a man on base, then knock each other over in a
race to knock him in with a home run. The result,  more often than not, is a
pop foul, and a long walk back to the dugout.
  Failure is not pretty.
The tube is the Dodgers' pipeline 
  And neither is this World Series. Let's be honest. We've had a couple of
glorious ninth-inning home runs, sandwiched by some very bad fundamental
baseball. Players swinging when they should be taking. Balls bobbled. And
motivation that comes from . . . television?
  "I have to thank (NBC's) Bob Costas for our motivation," Lasorda said.
"Before the game, he said we could be the weakest- hitting lineup ever to play
in a World Series. We were all watching in the  clubhouse. Guys began to yell,
'We'll show 'em! KILL COSTAS! KILL COSTAS!"
  Great. We can thank Bob for LA's overpowering ability to take advantage of
Oakland mistakes. What's Oakland's excuse?
  They don't have one. LA may be baseball's answer to a M*A*S*H unit. But
their woes are enviable compared to Oakland's. The worst part of the A's is
that nothing is wrong with them.
  And here is  where we left La Russa Wednesday night -- complaining about
Lasorda's TV inspiration:  "I want to know how that information got to them to
fire them up.  I know they're not in there watching TV before  the game
starts."
  Then again, Tony, maybe they are.
  After all, they're only playing your team.
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BASEBALL;WORLD SERIES
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