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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910819
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Monday, August 19, 1991
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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) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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TIGERS GET HEADED OFF
FIRED-UP JAYS HEAD OFF TIGERS IN SERIES FINALE, 4-2
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The problem with the head is that it's just above the shoulders. Damn
inconvenient. I mean, let's say I were to aim a baseball at your shoulders and
try to get really close, which is perfectly legal,  mind you, but let's say
the ball missed by just a tiny bit and it rose just a few teeny-weeny inches
and then it smacked into your head. Well. Goodness! You might get the wrong
idea. If you ever got  up.

  And so, when something like this happens, we turn to the umpires, who
don't worry about getting hit in the head because, in most cases, their heads
are so big, a pitcher can easily identify  them. And we ask the umpire, "Did
the pitcher mean to do that on purpose, or was it just an accident?"

  And the umpire says: "That depends. Can I open my eyes now?"
  And then he makes the call.  On Sunday, umpire Joe Brinkman made that call
and sent Bill Gullickson to the showers, even though Gullickson didn't need a
shower, because he never broke a sweat. It was the top of the first inning,
and Gullickson had made only five pitches, and two of those were home runs.
The fourth was low and inside to Joe Carter, and the fifth smacked Carter in
the batting helmet and sent him lumbering dizzily  toward the mound, only to
be half-tackled by Mickey Tettleton, who, we always knew, should probably be
playing football, anyhow.
  "I wasn't aiming for his head," Gullickson said.  "I'd have to be  crazy
to do that. I was pitching him inside. The ball just got away."
  "He knew what he was doing," Carter said.  "He deliberately threw at me.
It was stupid for him. He's their best pitcher, and  he took himself right out
of the game. Everybody knew what his intentions were."
  Who do you believe? Blue Jays fans say, "Listen to Joe! He speaks the
truth!" Tigers fans say, "How can you listen  to a man who just got hit in the
head with a baseball? He's babbling, for God's sake."
  So we turn to the umpire.
  And the umpire says . . . 
And he's . . . gone! 
  . . . he's outta here.  Gone. Ejected. And it was the right call, even
though it's likely Gullickson was not aiming at Carter's head, especially
after looking at Carter's muscled torso, which is enough to make most of us
walk  him on four pitches. But you have that whole appearance thing: Pitcher
gives up two home runs, back-to-back, he's obviously upset, very next batter
he throws in tight and the ball ends up clomping the  guy's cranium? Hey. You
have to kick him out -- if only to let the rest of the league know you can't
do that. Bad precedent. Brinkman had little choice. It was a no- brainer.
Which, come to think of it,  is what Carter might have been had the pitch been
a fraction lower.
  "Joe (Brinkman) was on the spot," Sparky Anderson admitted afterward,
refusing to turn bad aim into controversy. "I expect an  umpire to run the
game the way he sees fit to run it."
  The only argument the Tigers had was a game last month, in which Roger
Clemens basically did the same thing to John Shelby and didn't get kicked
out. But Brinkman's attitude was, to paraphrase: two wrongs don't make a
right.
  End of discussion.
  Which doesn't make Tigers fans feel any better: For one thing, Gullickson
is the ace of the  staff; you'd like him to last at least as long as the
national anthem; secondly, Gullickson's ejection meant Sparky had to go to the
bullpen, something that, given the circumstances right now, he doesn't like to
do in the eighth inning, let alone the first.
  To be fair, the bullpen wasn't half-bad Sunday. In nine innings, it gave
up only as many runs as Gullickson did in five minutes. But for Toronto,  That
was enough. The Jays won, 4-2, taking two of three in this final series
between the arch- rivals and allowing guys such as Carter to talk tough in the
clubhouse afterward.
  "If we weren't in  first place," he said, scarfing down a plate of
post-game rigatoni, "I would have really charged that mound. I would have been
fighting somebody, I don't care how much they fine me or suspend me. If  we
were in third or fourth place? I would have been out there. I'd be fighting. I
wouldn't quit."
  Yeah. And if only the cops didn't stop me, I woulda killed that guy . . . 
Can't touch this  But OK. The Carter incident did show something: It showed
the Blue Jays do not like to be touched. I could have told you that after the
third inning, when a stripper named Lulu Devine leapt over the  wall at Tiger
Stadium and began charging the Jays infielders, looking for a kiss. You would
have thought she was asking for money. For openers, she went after John
Olerud, the first baseman, who ran away from her the way a kid runs from a
snake. Lulu then headed toward second base, hoping Roberto Alomar would be a
little more affectionate. Alas, one look at Lulu's chest obviously frightened
the  living daylights out of Alomar, and, figuring he was about to be crushed,
he began to backpedal into centerfield. By the time Lulu got within smooching
distance, the cops had grabbed her.
  This,  as I said, only proves the Jays do not like to be touched, not on
the head, not on the lips. And apparently, not in the standings, either.
Despite having lost seven of eight coming into Detroit this  weekend, they
rallied when they had to, and kept the Tigers at least an arm's length behind
in the AL East. Detroit fans were hoping that, come this morning, the Tigers
would be in first place. But the  fact is, Toronto's pitching has now bested
Detroit's hitting four out of six times in these past two weeks. Sunday, Tom
Henke put the exclamation point on that by striking out the side to end the
game.
  Ouch.
  "No matter what happens now,' said starter Tom Candiotti, who got the win,
"at least we can say we beat our rivals during the season. If we win this
division, we won't have to look back and say, 'You know, they were really a
better team than us. We just got lucky.' "
  That's what the Blue Jays say. The Tigers say: Have a nice trip west.
Toronto, as fans here know, must play the  tough AL West teams in September,
while the Tigers focus mostly on the East. That's good. 
  Still, you like to do things yourself. The worst part about Sunday was,
had the Tigers won they would be  one game back this morning; instead, with
the loss, they are three back -- and this was their last chance to control a
two-game swing in the standings. It disappeared, partially, with an ill-timed
rising  fastball in the first inning. And as they travel to Chicago, the
Tigers are left to wonder: If not for a head, would they have a leg up right
now?
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