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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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901016
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Tuesday, October 16, 1990
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METRO FINAL
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SPT
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1990, Detroit Free Press
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IT'S A'S IN SIX - AND IN A DOGGONE STRANGE WAY
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You want to know how the World Series turns? You've come to the right
place . . . 

  GAME 1: Controversy erupts before the first pitch is thrown when Reds
owner Marge Schott demands her entire  team wear dog ears during the national
anthem. "You'll look just like my dog, Schottzie!" says Schott. "No way," says
Ron Oester. "OK, you're fired," says Schott. The Reds quickly pull the ears
over their heads. By the time the Oakland Athletics stop laughing, it is the
eighth inning. Dave Stewart is working on a no-hitter. Willie Randolph has two
home runs. The Reds batters are completely flustered,  since those dog ears
keep flopping in their faces whenever they swing. Oakland wins easily, 9-0.
Jose Rijo and Rob Dibble, who have sworn not to talk to the press during the
entire World Series, keep  their word. They don't talk. On his way out,
however, Dibble is heard to say "woof."

  Later, when the stadium is empty, a lonely figure is seen sliding headfirst
into second base.
  GAME 2: A pitchers'  duel, Bob Welch vs. Danny Jackson. Each has a shutout
going into the ninth inning. With two out, Eric Davis pounds a Welch fastball
into centerfield for a triple. Marge Schott comes running onto the  basepath.
"Here," she says to Davis, "wear this!" "A flea collar?" says Davis. "You want
me to wear a flea collar?" "You like your job here?" says Schott. Davis puts
it on.  Welch, the pitcher, takes  one look at Davis, then doubles over in
laughter. And Davis steals home. The Reds win, 1-0. 
  After the game, a lonely figure is seen hustling from home plate to first.
  OFF DAY: The Athletics  work on their sports cars. The Reds go for rabies
shots.
  GAME 3: M.C. Hammer, who used to be a ball boy for the Athletics, is in
Oakland to throw out the ceremonial first pitch. "Can't touch this,"  he says.
He then zips the ball 10 feet over Terry Steinbach's head. "Told you,' says
Hammer. When the game begins, it is apparent this will be the Athletics'
night. They get consecutive home runs from  Rickey Henderson, Carney Lansford,
Jose Canseco, Mark McGwire, Harold Baines, Dave Henderson -- and Kirk Gibson,
Cecil Fielder and Darryl Strawberry, whom Tony La Russa acquired on the
off-day "just for a little insurance." The Athletics win, 26-0, after Dennis
Eckersley gets the last three outs on three pitches. None of the Reds are
available for postgame interviews. Instead, reporters can talk  to another
Cincinnati coach, Sam Wyche, but only if they take their clothes off.
  When the Oakland Coliseum is dark, a lonely figure is seen taking practice
swings at home plate.
  GAME 4: The  Reds must play this game shorthanded, as Barry Larkin, Chris
Sabo and Hal Morris, all former Michigan players, decide to fly home for the
Michigan-Iowa football game. "We can't allow those stupid referees  to steal
another one from us," they say. Marge Schott packs their bags; She drops a
doggie biscuit in each. Meanwhile, the game begins. Stewart pitches well until
the ninth, when he is relieved by Eckersley,  who retires the last three Reds
just by looking at them. The Athletics win, 4-0, but the victory is
overshadowed by umpire Terry Cooney, who ejects Rijo in the third inning. "I
didn't like the way he  was looking at me," Cooney says, "So I yelled to him,
'I hope you're not looking at me.' And he said, 'I have to look at you. You're
behind the catcher.' So I threw him out. I can't have players embarrassing  me
like that."
  After the game, a lonely figure is seen doing calisthenics in the
outfield.
  GAME 5: As punishment for losing the last two games, Marge Schott makes
all her players sit in the  corner. "Stay," she says. They stay all day. This
gives Lou Piniella enough time to draw up 40 pages of strategy. When the game
finally starts, he has moved Eric Davis to first base, Luis Quinones to
centerfield and Rob Dibble to starting pitcher. The Athletics are confused,
and the Reds jump to a quick 6-2 lead. They win when Piniella orders all his
players to groan "Oh, my aching back!' when Jose  Canseco comes to the plate
in the bottom of the ninth. Canseco strikes out. Afterward, Piniella receives
a telegram. "How would you like to work for me?" It is signed George
Steinbrenner. "Never heard  of him,"' says Piniella. "He a new guy?"
  After the game, a lonely figure is seen heading for the airport.
  OFF DAY: The Athletics work on their stock portfolios. The Reds win first
prize at  the New York Kennel Club.
  GAME 6:  It's back to Cincinnati, where, according to Marge Schott's
wishes, all fans must wear a leash before entering the stadium. "Oh,
Schotzzie!" she squeals to her ever-present pet. "Isn't this exciting?"
Schottzie yawns, then throws up in her lap.  The game begins, and it's a home
run derby. Canseco, McGwire, Sabo, Davis and Steinbach all hit dingers. In the
bottom  of the ninth, the Athletics lead, 15-14. Piniella, desperate for a
run, calls upon Tony Perez, Joe Morgan and Johnny Bench, who have come out of
retirement for this game. Perez and Morgan strike out.  Bench steps in to face
Eckersley. "Come on, hot shot," Bench says. Eckersley looks at him, blows a
breath, and Bench falls over. The Athletics win. Canseco and Henderson leap
into each others' arms and  scream, "Let's ask for $10 million a year!"
Stewart is named MVP. La Russa is named Chairman of AT&T.
  Meanwhile, a lonely figure is seen entering the prison bank. He asks for a
deposit slip. "I  never bet on my team," he says, grinning. "But I never said
nothing about betting on Oakland . . . "
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