If you have been waiting for those callow and shallow Montreal Expos to come a cropper in the heat of the National League East race, we regret to inform you that it simply hasn't happened. The Expos have just sort of hung on, like lint on the Mets' and Cardinals' fall sweaters, and hardly seem overwhelmed by pressure, even though they approached the final week of the season with an outside shot at a demipennant.
Why, last week pinch hitter Wallace Johnson was actually singing Meet the Mets as he ambled down the runway to take the field for a critical game at Shea Stadium. Even the Expos' press communiqu� mocked the notion that the team's situation should produce tension. "For the Expos' magic number for elimination by St. Louis," it advised the fourth estate, which has largely ignored or underestimated Montreal, to "call the Cardinals."
Call them collect. Think the Cards weren't quaking at the prospect of playing Montreal four times in the season's final week, knowing they had already lost 10 of 14 to the tricolores? With the Expos a remarkable 88-67 as of Sunday, three games back of the Cards with seven to play, the very worst they could end up with is a record that would be better than all but three teams in the National League—assuming that the San Francisco Giants don't collapse during this final week.
That's astonishing, considering that even before the season began free agent Andre Dawson, the Expos' most consistent power hitter over the last five years, had gone (to the Cubs), free agent Tim Raines was going (nowhere, as it turned out; no club signed him during his free agency, and he was required to miss the first month of the season), and relief ace Jeff Reardon was freshly gift-wrapped for the Twins in a trade that amused fans throughout the monolingual world. As for the Olympic Stadium roof that the province of Quebec spent the last decade working on, it, too, very nearly missed Opening Day after suffering a large tear.
The Expos' future seemed so precarious that commissioner Peter Ueberroth was privately telling people over the winter that he feared for the franchise. Sure enough, Montreal started poorly—they were 8-12 at the end of April—but then they made a sharp about-face and became one of the best teams in the National League.
Whom do you credit? Buck Rodgers and his Futuristic School of Managing? Tim Wallach, master of the two-out RBI? Raines, whose return to the lineup on May 2 launched Montreal on an 80-54 pace? Tim Burke, who rescued the bullpen with 16 saves, a 1.24 ERA and a 7-0 record? Casey (Pigpen) Candaele, a 5'9" utilityman who always wanted to grow up to be a big league ballplayer, just like his mom? Or 'Zilla?
'Zilla is an 18-inch-high toy simian that several Expos picked up at Fisherman's Wharf during a trip to San Francisco in May, and he can be found in the Montreal clubhouse. There is a Band-Aid on 'Zilla's neck to commemorate the time starting pitcher Bob Sebra was struck with a line drive, and sunglasses rest on his nose, honoring Raines, who once "cooled" an opponent's hit into an extra base.
After each game 'Zilla finds his way into the locker of the Expo who has most dubiously distinguished himself. Pitcher Bryn Smith earned 'Zilla on June 12 for grounding out to Phillies rightfielder Glenn Wilson, and Candaele has been 'Zillaed for absentmindedly taking an outfielder's glove to second base.
Candaele's confusion is understandable because he has started at five positions and played six. Pigpen is not the name that Helen St. Aubin (formerly Callaghan), who played in the Ail-American Girls Professional Baseball League during the '40s, chose for her son. But it suits a scrapper who has begun each of his five pro seasons on the bench and has finished every one but this one as a starter.
"I play him in center for a few games and the center fielders are mad," says Rodgers. "I play him at second and the second basemen are mad. He keeps everybody alive."