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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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920804
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Tuesday, August 04, 1992
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METRO EDITION
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NWS
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1A
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MITCH ALBOM
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SEE ALSO METRO FINAL EDITION, Page 1A
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Copyright (c) 1992, Detroit Free Press
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BO FINALLY SQUISHED BY MONAGHAN
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So this is how far it has sunk. Tom Monaghan, who used to worship the
turf Bo Schembechler walked on, now fires him in the middle of a Monday
afternoon. Sends out a press release. Cites irreconcilable  differences. Like
some kind of marriage that went south.

  Which, I guess, in a way, it was. Monaghan is the same guy who once came
to Bo's house on a snowy winter night and begged him not to leave  the
University of Michigan for Texas A&M. He was near tears. He offered Bo a pizza
franchise to stay.

  Years later, when Schembechler's health forced his exit from football,
there was Monaghan again,  across a restaurant table, making promises, writing
numbers on a napkin. "This is what I'll give you to be president of the
Tigers," he said.
  Bo had better find that napkin now. He'll need it. Because no matter how
much Monaghan may admire you from afar, when you work for him, you are under
his thumb. And sooner or later, you are going to get squished. So it happened
Monday, without warning, to Schembechler,  a guy who got into baseball because
he loved the game and exits wondering what happened to the good part.
  "Nobody has talked to me, I'm not going anywhere," Bo had insisted, from
his office, just  hours before this news broke. He obviously didn't know what
his boss was cooking up.  Sure, it was inevitable that Schembechler and Jim
Campbell would move on once the team was sold.  But there are ways  to let
people go.  And this is not the way you do it.
  Monaghan hadn't talked to Schembechler in nearly a month. He makes you
promises, then he disappears to build churches in Nicaragua.
  Then  you get fax: You're fired.
  This much is true: Monaghan has sold the team to Mike Ilitch -- they are
just waiting for the final paperwork and baseball approval -- and, as part of
the deal, Monaghan's people promised that, by transfer day, Schembechler and
Jim Campbell would be gone.
  "Oh yeah, right from the beginning, they made that clear," Ilitch said
Monday evening. "Believe me, I'm not behind  this. Gosh, no, not at all. I
think it's something between Tom and Bo.
  "But they told us all along that Jim was going to retire and Bo was going
to leave."
  Sure. Except they never told Bo.
  Lotta class this Monaghan has, huh?
Firing isn't justice served
  Now, no matter what you think of him, Bo Schembechler did not deserve
this.  He made mistakes, but he was hired to do a job and  he did it the best
he knew how. He helped whip the farm system into some kind of shape. He
insisted on a conditioning program that would at least bring the Tigers into
the 20th Century. He may not have  been the world's biggest baseball expert,
but most presidents don't have to be. Besides, you try working for Monaghan, a
guy who says one thing today and disappears tomorrow.  Schembechler took
countless  bullets for his owner on things like Ernie Harwell and the stadium
issue -- which, when all was said and done, wasn't about Bo's money and wasn't
about Bo's stadium -- but he took the bullets anyhow,  while Monaghan was off
trying to spend his way into heaven.
  Now he takes the good-bye bullet. Monaghan promised Schembechler all sorts
of things when he hired him, and if he's any kind of man, he'll  live up to
those promises. I'm not sure Bo can count on that, and that is probably why he
hired a lawyer.  Remember, we are talking about a man who has a gravely ill
wife, enormous medical bills, insurance  needs, etc. Bo has been splitting his
time this past year between the office and the hospital, between the office
and home, trying to keep Millie's spirits up, getting her to exercise, urging
her to keep fighting the cancer.
  Monday, by the way, was the Schembechlers' 24th wedding anniversary.
  I guess this was Monaghan's gift.
  "What I hope will happen," Bo told me Monday, when he still thought he had
a job, "is that we'll sit down and negotiate a fair arrangement before the
sale of the team is final. I'm hoping that happens. I think it will."
  Sorry, Bo. You gave your boss too  much credit.
  Of course, that's easy to do, considering how little he actually deserves.
Month-old yelling match
  This is not the first rift between Monaghan and Schembechler. The boss
actually  "fired" Bo once before, last month, in a yelling match at Tiger
Stadium. At the time, Monaghan wanted Bo to allow someone from Ilitch's staff
to work in the Tiger offices between the signing of a deal  and approval by
the league. He made it sound like the deal hinged on it. But Schembechler, who
has always played by the rules, said "absolutely not." It wasn't legal.
Baseball wouldn't allow it.
  And he was right.
  Didn't matter. Monaghan, apparently desperate for the deal to go through
-- he needs that $80-85 million, believe me -- became incensed with Bo, showed
up at his office, argued, yelled "You're fired!" a few times, then broke into
tears and recanted. That was the last time they spoke, Big Tom playing the
bully one minute, weeping the next. I think it's pretty obvious we are dealing
 with a skittish personality here. And I'm being polite.
  The sooner he is gone, the better. The Tigers, under Monaghan, have been
an impossible, clandestine and archaic organization to deal with,  and right
up to Monday, when they claimed Schembechler had not come into work that day
-- hey, I spoke to the guy at noon and he was in his office -- they were
lying.
  And when I asked Ilitch if  he ever insisted on having a staff member work
alongside Schembechler -- as Monaghan had suggested -- he said, "No way. We
never asked for that." So who knows what Tom was griping about?
  The fact  is, Monaghan has been reduced to a pawn of Goldman-Sachs, the
investment firm he hired to sell his team. If they want Schembechler and
Campbell out -- who knows why, legal reasons, money reasons, I'm  sure money
is at the bottom of all this, somewhere -- then Tom, like a marionette, will
do what they say. This is baseball in the '90s. Maybe someday, before the turn
of the century, we can get back  to talking sports at Michigan and Trumbull.
  Meanwhile, so ends today's soap opera. Schembechler is not blameless in
this mess, of course. He trusted Monaghan. Thought he was OK. But time brings
out the truth in everyone. And this morning, we have one more person who
thought he loved baseball, and found out the front office is a million miles
from the playing field.
  You know how Schembechler  discovered he had lost his job? Bernie
Smilovitz, from Channel 4, called him after reading the press release on the
wires, and read it over the phone. This was Bo's entire reaction:
  "Today is my  24th wedding anniversary. I've got more important things to
think about right here. The hell with that."
  And he hung up.
  And that is the only good part of this story.
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