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<title>
Oct. 28, 1991: The Last Shall Be First
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1991
Oct. 28, 1991 Ollie North:"Reagan Knew Everything"
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
SPORT, Page 84
The Last Shall Be First
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<p>A happy blend of whiz kids and free agents help Minnesota and
Atlanta vault from the cellar to the World Series
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss--Reported by David Thigpen/New York
</p>
<p> They picked Cinderella for last place too, and she did
all right. But even in a fairy tale, no one expects Prince
Charming to be that ungainly lad who'd been kept in the cellar
for the past three years.
</p>
<p> The improbable is for fables; baseball, right now at
least, is the art of the impossible. In a century of the sport,
no team had vaulted in a single year from worst in its league
to best. Last week two teams did. And over the weekend, the
Minnesota Twins (last in the American League West in 1990) and
the Atlanta Braves (cellar dwellers in the National League West
for three seasons) played the first two games in the "Worst
World Series."
</p>
<p> Fans hoped it would be one of the best. Seven close games
would offer a shiny showcase for two nicely matched teams that
took a steep new route to the top. After a decade or so of
balky, highly paid superstars, the Twins and Braves built their
franchises on has-beens and gonna-bes. Call it postmodern
baseball.
</p>
<p> In the free-agent era, when players can sign with the
highest bidder, owners find it tough to produce a consistent
winner. Yes, the Oakland A's reached the Series the past three
years. But a $37 million payroll this season couldn't keep the
dynasty from turning nasty. The A's limped and sulked, finishing
11 games behind the Twins.
</p>
<p> The specter of free agency can make even a shrewd
organization nervous. The Pittsburgh Pirates, with a core of
fine young stars, got that now-or-never feeling this year. Why?
Because slugger Bobby Bonilla is expected to become a
zillionaire elsewhere this winter, and Most Valuable Player
candidate Barry Bonds may walk next October. Pittsburgh, in a
modest TV market, certainly can't afford them both. So the bucks--and the Bucs--stop here.
</p>
<p> In baseball, as in other businesses, two cardinal rules
apply: be smart and be lucky. The postmodern era adds: but first
you must be inept. If a franchise is bad enough long enough, it
gets to draft some good young talent (as the Braves did with
Steve Avery, David Justice and John Smoltz). Then, if it is
canny, it will trade one pricey player for two or three
prospects (as the Twins did last year, losing Frank Viola to the
Mets and gaining three blossoming pitchers in return). Finally,
if fortune is kind, the team will find a few middle-income free
agents ready for superior years (Atlanta's Terry Pendleton,
Minnesota's Jack Morris and Chili Davis). The 162-game plan: get
the kids before they cost too much and the veterans because they
know so much. Well, it worked.
</p>
<p> In the American League championship, the Twins shrugged
off Toronto in a five-game series that for most TV viewers was
overshadowed by a sorrier sporting spectacle on Capitol Hill:
the Senators vs. the dodger. Truth to tell, the AL snoozathon
didn't need the Clarence Thomas hearings to upstage it; a church
social could have done the job. Here, after all, were two teams
from above the timber line playing in domed stadiums of
spaceship sterility on synthetic carpets that made the games
look like Brobdingnagian billiards. Only one contest was close
all the way. Only one rooting interest tickled fans' fancies:
seeing the Twins earn their spot in baseball's unlikeliest
finale.
</p>
<p> The Braves-Pirates clash promised more sparks. Atlanta had
located a lode of blithe character in its September pursuit and
capture of favored Los Angeles. It helped that everybody hated
the damn Dodgers. It didn't hurt that Braves partisans urged the
team on with toy tomahawks and a war-chant mantra, which the
votaries could moan for innings on end (the dumbest mass spasm
since the Wave). By playoff time, the Braves were high and
loose. All the Pirates' edgy swagger could not mute the magic--or solve the riddle of a brilliant Atlanta pitcher, as young
and ageless as Lefty Grove.
</p>
<p> Steve Avery is 21. Others guys his age are working the
checkout counter or getting ill on the fraternity porch; he
tossed, with wondrous poise and heat, two near perfect 1-0
games. In the second of these, when a single fat fastball would
have snuffed the Braves' dream, Avery gelded Pittsburgh on three
singles and never allowed an opponent to reach second base. In
the ninth inning Atlanta finally scored and the lad spent the
game's last few, beautifully tense minutes in the dugout. Only
then, as he watched reliever Alejandro Pena flirt with
catastrophe, did Avery look his age and less. Shivering under
a black coverall in the Halloween weather, he peeked out like
an anxious trick-or-treater in a Batman cape.
</p>
<p> The following night, after he was declared the series'
Most Valuable Player, Avery got baptized in champagne he was
barely old enough to purchase legally. And the Pirates, who
carried the curse of being the best National League team for the
past two seasons, were left to dwell on the melancholy baseball
maxim, "Losing hurts more than winning feels good."
</p>
<p> Maybe not this year, though. The Braves did become
America's team, just like they said on TV, and the Twins happily
recalled the secrets of their 1987 Series-winning form--as
they showed by mauling Atlanta, 5-2, in Game 1. Winning feels
great, redemptive, to yesterday's losers. And the giddiness is
contagious. What are these guys doing in the Series? Having fun.
</p>
<p> For bringing the shock of joy back to baseball, both the
Braves and the Twins deserve cheers. Or at least a toast.
Bottoms up!
</p>
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