Major League Page #7

Not bad for a has-been

and a couple of never-will-be's, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

We haven't won anything yet.

Still got one game to go.

The Indians are still savoring

their victory today in Chicago

but are due to leave in a few hours.

We're going to go back now

to Ross Farmer,

who's standing by with the team

at their hotel.

Thank you, Hal. Well, as you can see,

the Indians are in high spirits tonight,

looking forward to their final showdown

with the Yankees.

Who will start that game

is still a matter of some conjecture,

but the smart money is on

the crafty veteran, Eddie Harris,

or the young fireballer,

"Wild Thing" Ricky Vaughn.

Meanwhile, the Yanks have announced

that they will start 20-game winner

Steve Jackson,

a curve-ball specialist who has shut...

You wanted to see me, skip?

Yeah, Rick. Have a seat.

I just wanted to tell you

that I'm starting Harris

against the Yankees tomorrow,

even though I know

it's your turn in the rotation.

He's got a little more experience,

with a bit better record

against the Yankees.

Yeah, I guess what's best for the team.

Don't read anything into it, Rick.

You're one of the guys that got us here.

Hello again, everybody.

Harry Doyle coming to you

live from the stadium,

where the Indians

have just returned home

in preparation

for their one-game play-off

with the New York Yankees

for the Eastern Division Championship.

We'll have interviews

on Indians Powwow at 8:00,

but in the meantime,

get your tomahawks ready, Cleveland.

You're the best!

You mind if I join you?

I don't think I'd be very good company

right now.

- Why not?

- Nothing.

Job problem.

- I'm a ballplayer.

- I know.

But that's not why I came over here.

I don't chase ballplayers.

Why'd you come over here then?

Because you are the sexiest man

I have ever laid eyes on,

and you look like you could use a friend.

Check.

Where are you going?

I've got to get home.

I don't think I ever got your name.

Suzanne. Suzanne Dorn.

Suzanne Dorn?

Mrs. Roger Dorn.

So long. You're a great kid.

Hi, Jake.

I didn't know who she was.

I swear to God.

Got one off the chest,

but he's up with it, and it's over!

Bye-bye, honey. See you at the park.

Wish me luck.

Before you go,

there's something I'd like to tell you.

What?

I don't know what Dorn's wife

is up to, but I think it best

if you get dressed out early

and out to the bullpen

before Dorn hits the clubhouse, okay?

Hey, we got a big problem.

Cerrano wants some

extra power for tonight.

He's looking to sacrifice a live chicken.

Hey, Jake, man, we can't have people

puking in the locker room

before the game.

God, what next?

All right, tell him not to worry.

I'll think of something. Come on.

Jake.

Where's Vaughn? Seen him around?

If you do, tell him I'd like

to have a little talk with him.

- Thanks, Pepper.

- Yeah.

One whole chicken, just like you said.

Hello again, everybody.

Harry Doyle bidding you

a big Wahoo welcome

from Municipal Stadium,

where tonight, before a capacity crowd

of 75,000 screaming feather-heads,

the fighting braves of the Cuyahoga

will leave their teepees

in search of Cleveland's

first league championship

in over 30 years.

Standing in the way,

their long-time nemesis,

the New York Yankees.

Trying to put the stop on the Yanks

will be Eddie Harris,

the tribe's veteran right-hander.

- Monte, anything to add?

- No.

He's not the best colorman

in the league for nothing, folks.

All right, we're set to go.

- Are you ready?

- We're ready!

Are you ready? Let's take it to 'em!

Two out in the first inning,

and Harris looking very sharp, so far.

The sign from Taylor.

The target goes up, and the pitch.

Here's a bouncer to third,

easy play for Dorn.

Fires across to Metcalfe,

and the Yankees are gone in the first.

Bottom of the third,

Cerrano swings and misses,

strike three.

Springer leads away from first.

Harris comes to the plate,

Taylor, snap throw to first, got him!

Springer is picked off.

Jackson deals. Hayes pops it up,

and that will do it

for the Indians in the fourth.

Harris delivers.

K-Y ball hit toward the hole.

Hey, great stop by Dorn!

Throws in time, and he got him.

A curve ball,

and down goes Cerrano again.

Strike!

Williams swings and drives one deep.

Back goes Hayes. Way back to the wall.

Jumps, and makes a great catch!

What a play, and the Yankees

are turned away in the sixth!

Still nothing-nothing.

Top of the seventh, with two out.

Harris has been in trouble,

but has battled his way out

with the help of some

great defensive plays.

All right, here's Burton coming on.

Harris, from the stretch, is ready,

and here he comes to Burton.

He swings and drives one to right field.

Uh-oh, this one is way back, way back.

It is off the reservation.

A home run, and the Yankees now lead

two to nothing.

That ought to shut these people up.

Well, the Indians have been

living dangerously all night,

and Burton finally burned them.

One down, bottom of the seventh.

Taylor hits a ground ball to short.

Danello up with it.

On to first in time,

and Taylor is hobbling a little

as he goes back to the dugout.

- Now batting, number 24.

- Go, Roger.

Third baseman, Roger Dorn.

Dorn up.

Two men out, bottom of the seventh.

The Indians running out of chances.

Dorn, off to a slow start this year,

has come on lately,

hitting .271, with 86 RBIs.

Here's the wind-up,

and the pitch to him.

And he swings and drives

a base hit to left field.

And the Indians have a runner here

with two men out

on a sharp single to left by Dorn.

All right. That'll bring up Cerrano,

the big man, with two away,

and he represents the tying run.

Now batting, number 13,

Pedro Cerrano.

Cerrano hitless tonight.

As a matter of fact,

he hasn't touched the ball yet.

- Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!

- Pedro! Pedro! Pedro!

Cerrano ready now.

Here's the pitch. Swings and misses.

We should have gotten a live chicken.

Cerrano digging in. Down a strike.

Jackson gets his sign, and comes set.

Checks Dorn at first. Here's the pitch.

A curve ball. Swung on and missed.

Strike two, and Cerrano

wasn't even close to that one.

Pissed off now, Jobu.

Look, I good to you. I stick up for you.

If you no help me now,

I say, f*** you, Jobu. I do it myself.

Jackson wants a new sign.

Now he's got what he likes.

Here's the pitch to Cerrano.

He swings, and drives one to deep left.

Way back! Way back! This ball is gone!

Yeah!

Jobu! Yes!

Sit down, Charlie.

Welcome to the happy hunting ground!

The Indians have tied it at two

on a two-run blast by Cerrano.

Two outs, top of the ninth,

still tied at two.

Harris working on a seven-hitter.

Here's the pitch.

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