Saturday; April T., 1972 THE MICHIGAN DAILY Page Seven SaturdayApril 1, 1972 THE MICHIGAN DAILY Page Seven Orioles rap Reds In Series finale, 64 By GRANTLAND ROYCE r Special To The Daily WHEELING, W.Va.-Despite a lingering head cold and the blurred vision of Baltimore mentor Earl "Mort" Weaver, the Baltimore Orioles came back in the sixth game of the World Series to clinch the title by the score of 6-4. In the top of the tenth, Brooks R o b i n s o n, the Orioles' prime mover, connected with a Clay Car- rol slider. As soon as wood metI ball, the Reds, who were the op- ' ponents, knew trouble was in store1 for them. Sparky "Elliot" Anderson was quite right. The ball bounded into the right field corner, scoring Boog Powell, who hadndoubled and moved to third on a ground ball, and Paul Blair, who had been t handed a free pass by the Reds. 1 Asked if he would repeat his in- tentional walking of Blair in the. key- tenth inning, Anderson breathed deeply and said, "Blair'st got a ten and eleven and our sec- ond baseman is a one and short- stop a two, so we had less chance daillyI sports NIGHT EDITOR: DINK STOVER of a hit with runners at the cor- ners." However Weaver crossed the hard driving Anderson with an or- dered hit and run play. Robby drilled an 0-11 and followed it up with a sterling 63. The Reds proved that they were Big League through and through, taking the lead in the bottom of the first when John Bench dou- bled home Bobby Tolan, but Perez was thrown out at the plate be- cause third base coach Alex Gram- mas, the Greek flash, waved home the tortiose-like third-baseman. Anderson raced out in anger at his coach, "Always hold him on a six, you SOB." narantz Model 1200 Orioles, striking like greased lightning after failing to capitalize on abases loaded one out situa- tion in the second, burned Wayne Simpson, who has had a disap- pointing series and playoffs for four runs in the third. Like all officially approved Bal- timore rallies, this one started with a walk. Simpson has had a prediliction for such wild offerings, but was really burned today. Dave Johnson, playing short, doubled home for swift Don Buford, Marv Rettunmund, whose stellar series average was .407, was quite easily retired. But the Birds from Mary- land were not quite through. Powell's single followed by return- ing star Frank Robinson's deep blast knocked Simpson whimper- ing from the mound. All kidding aside, sports fans, there's some troubled l a b o r relations in Big League ball. Page one, for those who are serious, has the full dope. The Reds scratched back for single runs in the third, seventh, and eighth, knotting the score. During this time Don Gullett and Wayne Granger toiled valiantly in keeping the Birds at bay. So re- markable was the Reds' last ditch relief work that ten Big Bad Birdies whiffed. However the Birds, as the oldI cliche goes, were not to be denied. As they have done all series long, the O's laughed at adversity. * * * Though the Reds jumped on top with a pitcher's duel 3-2, they could not take advantage of the injuryto Frank Robinson. Ander- son was distressed at the. Big Red Machine's loss of cogs, "Our re- lief staff, which saved us in the playoffs fell- apart. While you 'can blow fast balls past those lunks' in Chicago, the Orioles are justl too overpowering. Our pitching was full of garbage." The O's are just the greatest team ever to come out of Lan- caster, Pa. 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Here are just a few of the best, culled for this very special April Fool's day: Bob Jenkins sat on the bench, ripping the nails from his fingers. Gopher High was down by five points in the Anystate finals and Bob, its ace scorer, had been thumbed out of the game with five fouls. He had been set adrift, cast aside, ban- ished, banned, booted out, cut loose. He was in big trouble! Coach Harley McAdoo glanced tearfully down at his benched star and began tearing his hair out in tufts. "Oh Bobby, Bobby, Booby, Bobs, Bobs," he shrieked. But pert cheerleader Sue C. Dobbs had an idea. If she could somehow bribe the official scorer, Bob could return to the hardcourt and strut his stuff anew for Gopher High. She sa- shayed up behind the scorer, tapped him on the shoulder and lifted her skirt invitingly. The scorer turned around, and Sue gasped. It was Lance Rentzel ! Three-all, with seconds to play. The Newark Sabres and the Atlanta Stevedores were locked in a tight battle for the International Hockey League crown, and the crowd was going bazongo in the packed ice arena. Sabre ace Gilles Marseille raced down the ice, zeroing in on the Atlanta goalie for the crucial shot which might decide the title. He raised his stick grimly and gave a mighty slap, sending the puck rocketing for an unguarded opening in the net. But then, out of nowhere, a small boy leaped out of the stands and caught the puck in his teeth. It was a miraculous feat and, before anyone could react, the amazing boy had jump- ed through the ceiling. "That's my boy!" screamed a big man proudly from the stands, and the whole arena exploded with laughter. One the ice, Gilles Marseille shook his head laconically and chuckled. "That boy, he will need an orthodontist," laughed Gilles. He began gnawing on his stick. Snuckered way up in Tennessee's Great Smokey Moun- tains, far beyond the tentacles of technology and progress, there was a little country cabin. Almost thirty years ago, the little country mother in that cabin gave birth to a little coun- try boy, "Little" Billy Cranshaw by name. Remember? If your memory is a little furry, you might remember that this little country boy, just plain "Little Billy" to his chums, did nothing all day but run. He ran up the mountain trails and down through the smiling green valleys and, home for supper he, ran his mouth till his family could hardly stand it. "Lord A'mighty, Little Billy, shut yore face!" Popp Cran- shaw would shout, hammering his spoon on the table for emphasis. At night when his parents were asleep, Billy would sneak out of bed for a little running under the stars. Sometimes a couple of his buddies would sneak out for a little running too, but mostly Billy ran alone. By the time he turned fifteen, Little Billy was the fastest human being in the Big Smokies. Some people used to say he could run to the drugstore, drink a cherry soda, look through the magazines, buy some gum and run back faster than you could say "Pshaw." But then those hillbillies do tend to exag- gerate. You might remember the famous footrace, the one that put Billy in all the papers. Well, Jessie Owens was hitch- hiking through the Big Smokies one summer, just out for a good time, when he saw something whiz by him down the road. "Wonder what that was?" said Jessie. He shrugged and continued on down the road. Not two minutes later, something whizzed by him again, going the other way. Jessie scratched his woolly head, wonder- ing what in hell could go so fast. He'd heard about the Wabash Cannonball . . . About a minute later he heard something come whizzing up behind him and, quick as a cat, stuck out his foot and trip- ped it. Imagine his surprise when he saw Little Billy Cranshaw sitting in the dust, a s----eating grin splitting his youthful face! Well, you remember that Jessie just had to race Little Billy, fair-and-square and with a whole slew of sports fans looking on. And, when Little Billy won the race with an eight flat in the hundred yards, Jessie hung his head and took the first train back to Cleveland. The newspapers were full of it for weeks. "That boy had a hellhound on his trail," said Jessie Owens years later. But, as you surely remember, Billy pulled the rug out from under the whole adoring USA, just when they were all ready to send him off to the Olympic Games. One day, with- out a word. Billy iust stopped running. 0's triumph (continued from column three) around him picking up good per- formances from every ball player who Weaver liked. But, like Ole Man River, Earl Weaver just keeps on trashing. When injury threatened the con- trol his team had, Weaver, re- sourceful St. Louisian that he is, moved his second baseman to right, Johnson to second, and Bel- anger to short, and gave his bat boy three extra cookies. Let us not downgrade the at- tempt of the Reds. They strove hard knocking the pill into the bleachers many times. But with Tolan failing to get on the base- paths in the lead-off spot and May connecting for only one solid blow during the series, the Reds were, to say the least, stymied. I sC ORE S PRO BASKETBALL NBA Playoffs Baltimore 108, New York 105, OT Atlanta 113, BostonC104 BRITISH SOCCER Paris Ukranians 4, Bonn Slavs 3 PRO HOCKEY Jersey City 3, Phoenix 2 New York 23, Detroit 1 (halftime) Ecuadorian Olympic team 12, U.S.S.R. Olympic team 0 COLLEGE TRACK Xavier (Ohio) 37, Sewanee 21 , Montana State (Bozeman) 9/2 Hawaii 83, South Southwest Central Missouri State 42%, Bellemarine 3/ COLLEGE SQUAMISH N Championship Game }New College 1279, Reed 582 Consolation Game Antioch 9, Swarthmore 6 For the Student Body: LEVI'S Corduroy. Bells It CHECKMATE Against Ipea Wa/ Special To The Daily I L- Roller Derby is a game that requires a sort, of secret senti- mentality. Like the Summer of '42 it just sits on you like the foggy mountain dew. Featuring human cannonballs and the heaviest story ever told, Roller Derby has all the fun of re- painting Billy Quicksilver's house black. Last night's contest among the Chiefs and the San Fran- cisco Bay Bombers was just such an example. When like King Kong, Indian John Parker crushed Killer John Thomas with a brutal cross body, the lively fans in St. Souis' rickety Kiel Auditorium, cried as if their lover had been dissipated by the tragedies of life. Roller Derby at its finest was demonstrated when Joan the Bojes, whose son is currently visiting in New Mexico skating vigorously at the all-important jammer position for the Chiefs put a hip fake on her main adversary, Wilhemina Robertson. Robertson was so thrown that her left maximus ended up on the railing. Bay Bomber fans, led by the irascible John "Boozy" Har- relxon who set St: Louis hearts on fire by breaking a straight beer drinking record with not once retiring to the rest room, were cheered when Wilhemina extended her skate into the left knee of the Chief Coach Blondell. Blondell fell, crumpled by the low blow. Oh, the gentleness of the American character. At halftime the game got thicker as Dick the Bruiser, making an appearance after a thrilling pin of Black Jack Lanza in the very arena five hours previously, fell through a canopy of white roses, imitating every third-rate eloping movie ever made. When "Da Bruiser' fell on announcer George Rat- terman, Ratterman's wife came to his aid wielding her purple pump as a mace. Bruiser was then set upon by Major Hofeby's Little Black Eagles, a scout troop of Hungarians, who belted him with all the peanut shells available. What makes Roller Derby the great sport that has at- tracted the American populace is the over-all, and I think the word is, Mass. No other sport is surrounded with such verve, such life, such good taste. Intermission was the greatest evening of entertainment this reporter has had since Papa Rinaldi spilled spaghetti over the white tablecloth at the Baseball Writers dinner. Promising free identity stamps for all those who would either a) buy the Of- ficial Roller Derby Program, with the life-sized four by ten glossy of Roller Derby Immortal, Bob "Scuzzzy" Winston, blow- ing a trembling opponent into the upper deck; or b) one year's subscription to True Romances; or c) a Studebaker automo- bile with chrome. Entertainment was provided by Leon Stroud and his Band Retroud, obviously a clever pun on the fact that four out of five Retroud's once graced the uniforms of the Sal- vation Army on Christmas day in front of Union Station. When the fans locked arms and rolled to the straining sounds of "Cherry Blossom Time," a reporter from East Guiyana leaned over my shoulder -and said to me, "Son, in my country we have killed for less." The second half erupted with a fury that Ulysses could not have foreseen whilst sailing home from the Trojan War. Killer Kane, who grabbed a stocking brightly colored for the Bay Bombers and wrapped it craftily in a square knot. The lucky head was owned by Roberto Rodriguez, whose brother once fumbled a drag bunt with three men on base. Rodriguez survived, proving once again that Roller Derby's don't die, they become hamburger vendors or used car salesmen. 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