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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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851101
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Friday, November 01, 1985
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1D
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1985, Detroit Free Press
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GIBSON'S IN FOR A TREAT, BUT BOL WAS JUST TRICKED
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THE LIVE ALBOM (Halloween Edition)I heard a knock. I opened the door. There
stood someone dressed like a billionaire; silk suit, silk tie, turtle shoes,
keys to a Rolls-Royce.

  "Trick or treat!"  he said.

  Oh. Kirk Gibson. It's you. Some people might brag about how, in this very
newspaper, they predicted the National and the American league pennant winners
correctly. I'm not like that, of course.

ODE TO MANUTE BOL


You


are


so


tall


it's


incre


dible


* Some people might brag about how, in this very newspaper, they picked Kansas
City to win the World Series in seven  games. Not me.

WHAT MANAGING THE YANKEES CAN DO

All kidding aside, Manute Bol should never be here. He was quite content in
the Sudan, tending his family's cattle. Then a guy named Don Feeley, who'd
been fired from his coaching job in the United States, spotted  the 7-foot-7
Bol, and figured he'd found his meal ticket. He convinced Bol to come to the
United States and tried to parlay him into a  job at Cleveland State -- a
"Take Bol-take me" deal. Since then, Bol has been treated like half ball
player, half freak show. Feeley should be ashamed. I heard a knock. I opened
the door. There was someone on all fours, dressed like a jackass.
  "Trick or treat!" he said.
  Oh, Joaquin Andujar. It's you. Who taught Dr. Ruth all that stuff? HIP,
HIP: So Eric Hipple is emerging as a star quarterback.  That's great. Only one
problem. "Eric" is not a quarterback's name.
  Chuck is a quarterback's name. Or Zane. Or Buster. How about Zonker
Hipple? Or Dusty Hipple? I'd take Roscoe Hipple, Cloyce Hipple,  Lance Hipple,
Chub Hipple, "Sweetbread" Hipple, "Bad News" Hipple, Obadiah Hipple.
  But Eric? No. Uh-uh.
  Tell you what. You come up with a better nickname for the Lions'
quarterback, send it  in, and I'll bring it to him and tell you what he says.
Really. Who taught Dr. Ruth all that stuff? Some people might brag about how,
in this very newspaper, they predicted KC's Steve Balboni would get  a key hit
in the seventh game of the World Series. Don't you hate people like that?
DETROIT MUSCLE: Good show to University of Detroit. They won a court order
prohibiting the University of Kansas from bugging out on a scheduled game here
Jan 6. Seems Kansas would prefer to play Louisville on national TV  and needed
to cancel a game to make room. "Tough cookies," said U of D. A deal's a deal.
If I  had it to do all over again, I'd attend Astronaut High School in
Titusville, Fla.

WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE DOING?

1. Trying to throw the player back on the airplane.
2. Saying, "Look! It's raining  first basemen!"
3. Waiting for loose change to fall.

* It may not be in vogue, but I say we give the Red Wings a little more time.
Young players can only grow up so fast, you know.
* JOACKY JOAQUIN:  By the way, I can't see Andujar with an Olde English D on
his chest. The Tigers would be crazy to trade for him.
* I heard a knock. I opened the door. There was someone dressed in a
magician's robe,  with a black hat and a magic wand.
  "Trick or treat," he said.
  Oh, Darryl Rogers. It's you.
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