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SPORT, Page 96The Days Dwindle DownPennants and philosophies are at stake in the season's finalesBy Walter Shapiro
The natural superiority of baseball can be expressed in two
electric words: pennant races. The daily games through September
and the all-or-nothing arithmetic of a sport still unsullied by
complex playoff pairings give baseball a dramatic structure without
parallel. Last week, as the California Angels gamely struggled to
overtake the Oakland A's, Bert Blyleven, the bearded 38-year-old
ace of the pitching staff, said, "This is what everybody plays for,
to go into the last week of the season and have the games make a
difference."
Rarely have so many late-September games held the potential to
make such an epic difference for so many teams. In all of
baseball's four divisions, the pennant races will not be officially
decided until this week, the final seven days of the season. Only
the San Francisco Giants, astride the National League West, possess
breathing room ahead of the late-charging San Diego Padres. Powered
by outfielder Kevin Mitchell (46 homers) and first baseman Will
Clark (109 RBIs), the Giants may boast the game's most titanic
twosome since the Yankee era of Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle.
Small wonder that manager Roger Craig is chortling, "It's going to
be hard for anyone to catch us now."
What lifts the September showdowns in the other three divisions
onto an almost magical plane is the identities of the contending
teams themselves. No celluloid Field of Dreams can compete with the
real-life resurrections that are a recurrent theme of this year's
pennant sagas. In particular, four teams vying for the playoffs
boast a distinct personality. Whoever prevails can be said to
vindicate not only a theory of how the game should be played but,
perhaps, for those who hail baseball as a religion, a philosophy
of life as well.
The power of team chemistry. When the Toronto Blue Jays in the
American League East dropped 24 of their first 36 games this
spring, it seemed the epitaph for a talented but erratic team.
Renewal began with a new manager (soft-spoken Cito Gaston) whose
unflappable style helped inspire the midseason revival of brooding
power hitter George Bell. The August acquisition of spark-plug
centerfielder Mookie Wilson added on-the-field leadership. As
Gaston, one of the two black managers in baseball, puts it, "If I
wasn't sitting in the dugout, I'd buy a ticket to see Mookie play."
The meek shall inherit the earth. In a rational universe, the
Orioles (losers of 107 games last year) have no business nipping
at the Blue Jays' heels. Aside from their lone star, indestructible
shortstop Cal Ripken Jr., the O's represent an amalgam of rookies
and major-league rejects. A typical lineup includes six players who
have been released or traded cheaply by other teams. Jeff Ballard,
their junk-balling star pitcher, had a career record of 10-20
before this season. Cleanup hitter Mickey Tettleton never clubbed
more than eleven homers in a year; in '89 he already has 25. As the
O's clubhouse T-shirts ask, WHY NOT?
Talent will triumph over adversity. The Oakland A's were the
preseason favorites in the American League West. Even after moody
slugger Jose Canseco missed the first half of the season and
superstar stopper Dennis Eckersley soon joined him on the disabled
list, manager Tony La Russa kept the Bay Area Bombers at the head
of the pack. Now Eckersley and Canseco (who just unveiled a 900
number for fan calls) are back, joined by the sultan of swipe, base
stealer Rickey Henderson, rescued from the clutches of the New York
Yankees. Still, the A's must shake off the Angels if they hope to
become the first team to capture successive flags since 1978. Says
pitcher Dave Stewart, who just put together his third-straight
20-game season: "We didn't expect it to be this tough."
The joy of redemption. The Chicago Cubs are blessed with a
beautiful ball park (Wrigley Field) and saddled with a tragic
curse: no pennant since 1945. Their old-school manager Don Zimmer
carries his own albatross: the memory of squandering an 11 1/2-game
lead as skipper of the Boston Red Sox in 1978. But with the Cubs
in the lead in the National League East, Zimmer can relax enough
to tell his ball club, "If you're not enjoying this, you should get
a real job." The mood is infectious, whether it is .300-hitting
first baseman Mark Grace describing the pennant race as "really
neat" or rookie phenom Dwight Smith likening the season to a
"dream." Only one thing stands between the Cubs and ecstasy: the
ragtag St. Louis Cardinals, managed by Whitey Herzog, the game's
resident genius.
Perhaps these feverish pennant races are baseball's way of
recompensing its loyal fans for the disgrace of Pete Rose and the
specter of a strike next spring. But for the moment, the game is
glittering like the Wrigley Field diamond in sunlight, as the
schedule decrees that the season ends with the Cubs playing the
Cardinals, the Giants taking on the Padres and the Orioles trying
to knock the Blue Jays off their perch. It is enough to make even
skeptics worship at the Church of Baseball.