The Applause Died, But Red Never Noticed
ST. LOUIS — Sometimes you get kicked upstairs and sometimes you just move over a few seats. Red Schoendienst, who was fired by these Cardinals once upon a time, now sits on their bench, and, although the team is in the World Series, he goes virtually unnoticed. He came out Wednesday a few hours before Game 4, grabbed a fungo bat and walked to the field past dozens of reporters. No one even looked up.
CARDS STEAL FOURTH PAGE FROM TWINS’ HAPPY ENDING
ST. LOUIS — Wait. I know what happened here. The Cardinals came in through the wrong entrance. They undressed in the wrong clubhouse. They picked up the wrong script.”Let’s see here,” they said, perusing the pages before Wednesday’s Game...
Coleman And Cardinals Finally Get The Steps Right
ST. LOUIS — The feeling, up to a point, was like trying to run with your shoelaces tied together. Step. Flop. Here were the St. Louis Cardinals, the quick, the fleet, the fastest team in baseball, tripping all over themselves in their World Series tango with the Minnesota Twins. Step. Flop. And nobody felt more confined than Vince Coleman. Born to run? Was there ever a better description for this guy — the Cardinals’ left fielder, three straight years with 100 or more bases stolen? And yet he’d been going nowhere all Series, and his team had followed. One measly stolen base.
Magic Of Series Touches Smalley In Very Big Way
ST. LOUIS — The moment came in the bottom of the eighth, and from now until he is an old man, the time, the circumstances, even the words — “bottom of the eighth, World Series, 1987” — will forever tickle a certain fancy. He was sitting on the bench. The manager came over. “Why don’t you bat for. . .
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Huggable ‘Kirby Doll’ An Idea Worth Toying With
MINNEAPOLIS — I have an idea that’s going to make me a lot of money. A Kirby Puckett Doll. Great for kids. Pull the cord, it jumps over the crib. Here’s the plan. We make it small. Like Kirby. A shaved head. Like Kirby. We give it muscles, and a Santa Claus smile. Like Kirby. Then we open shop outside the Metrodome. Sell from a table. Ten bucks a crack. I figure a million by New Year’s. More if the Twins win the World Series. Everyone in town will buy one. Maybe two. Barbie and Ken. Cabbage Patch Kids. Kirby Dolls. My idea.
Twins’ Explosion Of Runs Was Deja Vu To Tigers Fans
MINNEAPOLIS — Somewhere, Jack Morris was grinning. Somewhere, Doyle Alexender popped a beer and nodded sympathetically. Somewhere, Mike Henneman, Frank Tanana, Willie Hernandez — all the Tigers, probably — gave a sigh and a look that could be summed up with four words:
“Have fun, St. Louis.”
Have fun. Your turn. What took place in the fourth inning of Saturday night’s deafening World Series opener may have been historic, a surprise, a bomb, but it was a painfully familiar explosion to Detroiters. Seven runs? Did the Twins really score seven runs in one inning?
No Eardrum Can Be Safe Inside Twins’ Boom Box
MINNEAPOLIS — I get on the shuttle bus. I take my seat. My colleague from a National League city sits next to me. He has never been where we are going. I look at him sadly. Nothing I can say will prepare him. Nothing.
“You look a little pale,” he notices.
“Just wait,” I say.
The bus turns on a downtown street. The people of Minneapolis are swarming, as if on pilgrimage. And here is their mecca: the huge, round shape. The pastry-puff roof. The ramps like octopus tentacles. We are entering the Metrodome.
Good God!
TWINS’ EXPLOSION OF RUNSWAS DEJA VU TO TIGERS FANS
MINNEAPOLIS — Somewhere, Jack Morris was grinning. Somewhere, Doyle Alexender popped a beer and nodded sympathetically. Somewhere, Mike Henneman, Frank Tanana, Willie Hernandez — all the Tigers, probably — gave a sigh and a look that could be summed...
