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- SPORT, Page 84The Last Shall Be First
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- A happy blend of whiz kids and free agents help Minnesota and
- Atlanta vault from the cellar to the World Series
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- By RICHARD CORLISS -- Reported by David Thigpen/New York
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- 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.
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- 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."
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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."
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- 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.
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- For bringing the shock of joy back to baseball, both the
- Braves and the Twins deserve cheers. Or at least a toast.
- Bottoms up!
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