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Vol. XCV, No. 35A Copyright 1984, The Michigan Daily Ann Arbor, Michigan - Monday, October 15, 1984 Free Issue Six Pages
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Inside:
* One man was killed last night as Tiger fans went crazy in down-
town Detroit. See page 3.
* The Opinion Page remembers the 1968 World Series and the 1984
Chicago Cubs. See page 4
" Arts reviews Sparky Anderson's new book entitled Bless You
Boys. See page 5.
" Last night's celebration saw a mob of students make a grand tour
of the campus. See story, below. More photos and a map of the ram-
page appear on page 6.

Raising Ill
By PAUI HELGRLAI

Celebrating Ann Arbor style.. .
* raising hell for the Tigs
IT MAY NOT have been Michigan and Trumbull. It may not have rivaled
the insanity going on downtown. But the celebration that started on South
U. and ended on all ends of the campus - was madness worthy of the world's
greatest baseball team. And I'll never forget it as long as I live.
Never have I experienced such exhilaration. We - about 500 of us - were
united in the spontaneous mania called Tiger fever. My hands are still sore
from high-fiving and my throat is still raw from roaring, but I'm happy.
Happy that my Tigers won the World Series. Happier still that I was able to
experience the same joy that thousands of Tiger fans in Detroit were feeling
without even leaving Ann Arbor.
I feel very lucky. I almost missed out on all of the craziness. A friend of
mine called me earlier in the day and asked if I wanted to go downtown in an-
ticipation of the party. Foolishly, I said no. Something about studying after
the game. What the hell could I have been thinking?
It wasn't long before I regretted my decision. By the eighth inning of the
game I wanted to kick myself in the butt. The Tigers were going to be world
champions and I was going to miss the celebration. Just like I missed the one
in 1968.1 was too young to fully comprehend what was going on then. I waited
a long time for this chance and I let it go by. I felt like the guy at a junior high
dance that waits all night to ask that cute blonde to dance and then lets the
opportunity slip right through his fingers.
But on a whim I decided to see what was happening on South U. Maybe I
could at least console myself by hanging out of my roommate's car yelling,
"Tiiiiiiigggers!" I got much more than that..
When we got to South U., hundreds of people were gathered - a throbbing,
chanting mass of Tiger maniacs. Without thinking, I leapt out of the car and
become one with the mass. It was crazy. Strangers hugging strangers, bon-
ded by a common love. Leaping, back-slapping, finger-pointing lunatics.
"Tigers!" "We're number one!" "Sparky!" "Bless you boys!" The noise
was the unceasing sounds of jubilation. I noticed quite a few people were
drinking. But I was already intoxicated - by the Tigers. Nothing could ever
beat that feeling.
-But the best was yet to come. The impromptu gathering switched gears
from celebratio to riot. But as David Letterman might say, it was a good
kind of riot. To the best of my knowledge, the only damage on the evening
was one broken bottle and some scattered papers. It was the most polite and
well-behaved riot I have had the pleasure to be associated with.
For no particular reason, and with no particular motive, we stampeded
toward State Street. Like the rest of the throng, over 400-strong now, I was
a mad, irrational and unthinking being. I was part of the mob and the mob
was part of me. There was a tremendous feeling of power between us. It
made me reflect for a moment on the anti-war riots of the 1960's, and the 'fear
they instilled in the public. I can see why. The power of the mob is immense.
But this was a rally of ecstasy, not frustration.
See LOCAL, Page 3
Bengalbackers burst
into final game frenzy
By JOE EWING
Special to the Daily
TIGERTOWN - Champagne corks popped and police cars burned. Beer
flowed on the sidewalks and total strangers embraced, dancing in the streets
of Motown. The Tigers, their Tigers, were champions of the baseball world,
laying all criticisms to rest. Now it was time just to celebrate.
Detroit had waited a long time, too long a time for many, and now it could
let all of the pent-up emotions go in whatever way one felt appropriate. It
had been 16 years since Detroit area sports fans really had anything to cheer
about, anything to rally behind. Last night, though, they had something.
NOT SINCE the Tigers won it all in 1968 had the city of Detroit seen such
an emotional, over-zealous blowout. Fans showed every type of reaction
imaginable. Some cried while some thrust their fists into the air with their
index fingers extended and screamed, "We're no. 1!" Some drank from the
hundreds of bottles being circulated through the crowd, while others ran-
sacked Tiger Stadium for souvenirs.
Still others found numerous not-so-civilized way of expressing their
feelings, like throwing rocks and beer cans at police and other fans and
smashing car and bus windows. Yet no one seemed to mind much.
It was like a cross between utopia and anarchy. Everyone walked around
starry-eyed and satisfied, but no one was in control or had any respect for
authority.
AS MANY PEOPLE looked on, a man walked up to an overturned taxicab
and removed the gas cap, allowing the fuel to pour onto the pavement. A few
moments later, he threw a match on it and it burst into flames. The crowd
later sacrificed a motorcycle to the burning heap. It also set a Detroit Police
car ablaze.
The people in charge of the city knew it was coming, they could sense it,
and they also probably realized that there wasn't a lot they could do. They
had seen the celebration after the Tigers had clinched the Eastern Division
title and won the American League crown. They more than likely knew that
once Detroit won the Series, something of an even greater magnitude was in
store for the area surrounding the old ballpark at Michigan and Trumbull.
Throughout the American League playoffs and the first two Series games
played at Tiger Stadium, the Detroit faithful had rowdily supported their
Tigers. The wave rocked the upper and lower levels, banners decorated the
faces of the upper deck and people chanted and cheered on the Bengals.
BUT THINGS were different for game five. Detroit was up 3-1 in the
Series, and most at the stadium yesterday felt the Padres would be returning
to San Diego empty handed. The Detroit fans sensed the kill, and pushed the
Tigers even harder to make the fatal lunge.
The noise level at the stadium increased with each inning. In fact, the only ,

Tigerst
campus
By BRUCE JACKSON
A mob of 100 to 300 students roamed
the streets of Ann Arbor last night for a
knock-down, no-holds-barred
celebration of the Detroit Tigers first
World Series triumph since 1968.
The pulsing crowd swarmed through
the graduate and undergraduate
libraries, raided five dorms, chanted
Tiger cheers on President Harold
Shapiro's front lawn, broke several
street lamps, and confronted city
police.
DURING ONE part of the escapade,
the throng stretched from Clements
Library on South University to the steps
of the Union.
"It was wild man," declared LSA
senior Mark Smith, one of the throng.
"We were looking for something and we
found it."
A group of about 25 students first
gathered in front of Good Time
Charley's Bar and Grill about 8:30 p.m.
to begin the roving party.
LIKE A magnet, the mob attracted
fresh recruits with every step on its
campus tour.
Campus security estimated that the
crowd grew as large as 200 people and _
possibly considerably larger at the
height of the evening.
No injuries were reported, although
the rowdy fans broke severl outdoor
lamps, said Terry Seams, a campus
safety spokesman.
AFTER staging a rally on the steps of
the Union and circling around the State
St. area for several minutes, around 9
p.m. the group traveled to the UGLi,
where fans paraded and partied past
studiers on the second floor.
Pitiful pleas for quiet were ignored as
the beer-driven mob staggered happily
on its way leaving chaos behind.
From the UGLi, the crowd poured
back onto South University only to find
a city police ca blocking its path. After
an abrupt about-face, the fans moved to Tigers fans celebra
Shapiro's front lawn, then on to the Law center is sod from t]
Library.
STUMBLING up the steps in the Law
Quad, the crowd filtered into the
reading room where fans cheered,G b
drank beer, and stood on tables while
spraying beer on studiers.
But Bob Alexander, an LSA By
sophomore studying in the building, T
wasn't bothered. TIGERTOWN - Ma
"I don't mind it really," he said. "The gripped the 65,000-odd
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Not much you can do about it though." team clinching its four
MOMENTUM grew steadily as the The Detroit Tigers c
mob left the Law Library searching for over the San Diego Pa
bigger prey - which turned out to be games to one.
the graduate library. THE SERIES triuml
Security officials there kept the that Detroit was the be
crowd locked outside until one fan for- "Winning the World
ced open the front door. was no fluke," said T
While an angry employee tried to pull had lost to the Pad
questions as to the qua
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DOUGLAS B. LEVY
pecial to the Daily
dness, joyousness and sheer craziness
fans who had gathered inside and out-
ast night in anticipation of the home
th World Series Championship.
ame though with a thrilling 8-4 victory
dres to take the 81st Fall Classic, four
ph over San Diego proved to the world
Est team in all of baseball in 1984.
Series shows the world that our season
iger rightfielder Kirk Gibson. "If we
res, there always would have been
lity of this team." Gibson was the hero
ng two long home runs and driving in

five runs,
The Series started in San Diego where the teams split
the first two contests. Moving to Detroit, the Tigers won
games three and four to take a commanding 3-1 lead in the
best-of-seven series. Had San Diego won last night's game,
the series would have gone back out West for possibly the last
two games.
BUT IT was not to be.
The Tigers wasted no time in driving the 51,901 in-stadium
fans into a frenzy by scoring three runs on five hits in the bot-
tom of the first inning.
L Lou Whitaker led off for Detroit by singling to right field off
Padre starter Mark Thurmond. After game four's hero and
World Series MVP Alan Trammell bounced to force Whitaker
out at second, Gibson stepped to the plate.
THE FORMER Michigan State wide receiver drilled a
See GIBSON, Page 3


Some scoff
at Tiger mania
By JEFF BERGIDA
For those sports fans who hate everything about the
Tigers, last night was a nightmare. All of the fools who
cheered the Ralph Houk teams of the mid-'70's, teams that
featured such stars as Gary Sutherland and Pedro Garcia,
were getting a chance to crawl out of their holes.
It was a pitiful sight.
MANY REASONS were cited for hating the Tigers and
everything they stand for. Marc Schwartz, an LSA junior,
was representative of the many fans who realized that this
was all a fluke of nature.
"I hate them," said Schwartz. "I was kind of rooting for
them for awhile but not now."
Schwartz also pointed out the ignorance so closely
associated with the geniuses who call themselves Tiger fans.
"THEY'RE comparing this team to some of the greatest
teams of all time and they don't even have one superstar ...
They beat Kansas City and the Padres - Terrific. I'd be
proud of that - beating the Padres."
Tom Tunney, and LSA freshperson, called the horde of
Tiger fans who swarmed over the campus last night "a bunch
of assholes who should take winning in stride."
Yes, there are still a few pure baseball fans remaining in
these troubled times, (last night was the biggest tragedy in
baseball history since the Black Sox scandal of 1919).
Another fan with a clear outlook was LSA sophomore Randy
Storn.
"TIGER FANS are a scourge which has infested our fair
academic community," said Stone. "I'm still hoping the