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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910108
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Tuesday, January 08, 1991
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METRO EDITION
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SPT
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1C
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Photo Detroit Free Press
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION, Page 1A
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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SORRY, CONSPIRACY SEEKERS, JOB CHANGE SEEMED NATURAL
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I can hear it now: "The ship is sinking! First Ernie, then Bill Lajoie! Look
out, Tigers! The water is rising! It's all Bo's fault! Man the lifeboats!"

  Come  on.

  This town has had enough flash floods over baseball lately, don't you
think? The best thing we can do with this Lajoie story is to learn a lesson
from the Harwell story, and not turn it into  anything more than what it is:
and right now, it is a man who has decided to call it quits after squeezing
every drop of himself into baseball.
  That's all.
  There were many nights when the  only light inside Tiger Stadium came from
Bill Lajoie's office. There were Saturday mornings when you would call his
house and get no answer, then call the office and hear him in that deep voice
say:  "Hello?"
  About a year ago, he lost his wife, after a long, terrible illness. Now,
one winter later, he says, "I don't want to work so hard any more. Money, at
my age, (56) doesn't mean what it did  when I was 30 or 40 . . ."
  I don't know about you, but I find this very understandable. You suffer
a loss. You go through a grief period. You re-examine your life. You decide to
make changes, while you still can. Good for Bill. I wish him every happiness.
He spent far too many years sweating over whether to give some ungrateful
pitcher another $500,000 on a contract. Slow down. Live a little.
  This won't be enough, of course, for some folks in our town. From the
water coolers to the radio talk shows, there will be those who'll see all
sorts of conspiracy theories in the Lajoie departure,  much as they saw them
in the recent WJR/ Bo Schembechler/Harwell fiasco. Heck, some whispers were
flying an hour after the story broke on Monday.
  "Unnamed sources say Lajoie was forced out . . . "  "Unnamed sources say he
was unhappy with Schembechler . . . "
  Here. Let me save you some time. Bill Lajoie left because:
  1) He is allergic to new stadiums.
  2) He and Ernie want to write  songs together.
  3) Frank Beckmann is after his job.
  There. Have fun, conspiracy nuts.
  The rest of you, however, might like to know that, while the timing of the
stadium, Harwell and now  Lajoie sure makes it feel like baseball is a winter
sport, their intersection is nothing more than coincidence. The fact is,
Lajoie's departure, according to Bo Schembechler, had been discussed and
decided, amicably, before Christmas. The news would have been released then,
except that our town was still boiling over the Harwell incident. Both parties
decided to hold off, until this weekend, when Lajoie  told Schembechler: "I
think it's going to leak out if we don't release it soon."
  Thus, Monday's announcement. Simple, no?
  "Bill and I always got along fine," said Schembechler from his office
Monday, immediately defusing any personal problem talk. "Bill was an astute
judge of baseball talent. We're going to miss him a lot.
  "But Bill had been talking about slowing down almost since I  got here. I
really think his love is in the scouting, just watching the game, checking out
players. Believe me, this is an amiable parting in every way."
  In truth, you could see this coming. Lajoie's  job was tough; things
broke, he was supposed to fix them -- with a trade here, a signing there. But
in recent years, there has been precious little to trade. And even when the
Tigers finally opened the  free-agent pocketbook, Lajoie saw star players walk
away from his money in favor of the California sun.
  If you ask me, trying to deal in the business side of baseball today would
be enough to make  any man quit and join a monastery. That Lajoie was OK
financially, that he has talents that can be used by other teams in a lesser
capacity than GM -- all that only makes it easier to say good-bye to  mornings
full of black coffee, and evenings spent watching the sun set from your behind
your desk.
  "This is one of the few times in my life that I got selfish," Lajoie said
Monday night. "I was  gonna look out for Bill. . . . I wanted to get on a more
even keel with myself. And in order to do that, I need to get away from the
team . . . "
  He leaves behind a legacy of excellent moves. He  leaves us Darrell Evans
in '83, and Doyle Alexander and Bill Madlock in '87, and Cecil Fielder in
'90. He helped keep this team afloat at times when it deserved to sink. Yes,
it's true, the Tigers didn't  exactly shower Lajoie with gratitude over the
years, making him work on a year-to-year contract. And maybe he wishes he had
taken that Pittsburgh opportunity he had a few years ago, given where the
Pirates  are now.
  But I believe Monday's decision was strictly based on a life change thing.
Which brings us to the Tigers. Speaking of life change, Schembechler is really
getting an education in this baseball  thing, huh? It's not as predictable as
run on first down, punt on fourth.
  "I'll take my time looking for a replacement," he said. "Bill has given me
some names, and I'll talk to everyone."
 And on we go. Winter baseball. Sorry to disappoint the conspiracy folks, but
Bill Lajoie deserves better than whispers. He deserves a pat on the back,  and
a wish for good luck. Boring, I know. But true.
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RETIREMENT; BILL LAJOIE; DTIGERS; BASEBALL
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