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The Team Of Your Dreams
Steve Wulf
April 15, 1985
FENWAY PARK. CUBS FANS. EDDIE MURRAY. PETE SHEEHY. YES, HERE'S THE BEST OP EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY IN BASEBALL.
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April 15, 1985

The Team Of Your Dreams

FENWAY PARK. CUBS FANS. EDDIE MURRAY. PETE SHEEHY. YES, HERE'S THE BEST OP EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY IN BASEBALL.

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STARTERS

POS

AB

R

H

HR

RBI

BA

FA

GEORGE BRETT (L)

3B

630

99

198

18

96

.314

.951

DALE MURPHY (R)

CF

592

95

163

31

98

.275

.981

EDDIE MURRAY (L/R)

1B

614

96

183

30

109

.298

.995

LANCE PARRISH (R)

C

601

81

157

29

96

.262

.991

TIM RAINES (L/R)

LF

619

111

182

8

59

.293

.984

RYNE SANDBERG (R)

2B

639

104

180

11

62

.282

.987

OZZIE SMITH (L/R)

SS

595

72

141

1

43

.238

.977

DAVE WINFIELD (R)

RF

597

92

173

25

100

.289

.978

BENCH

BOB BAILOR (R)

IF

519

61

137

2

40

.265

.974

DON BAYLOR (R)

OF-1B

594

90

159

24

91

.267

.980

PHIL BRADLEY (R)

OF

427

63

126

0

34

.296

.989

BO DIAZ (R)

C

519

56

134

15

77

.257

.985

MIKE EASLER (L)

OF

505

67

152

18

73

.300

.976

TERRY FRANCONA (L)

OF-1B

421

40

126

3

36

.300

.989

RANCE MULLINIKS (L)

IF

443

54

117

6

48

.264

.960

STARTERS

G

IP

W

L

SV

PCT

R

ER

SO

BB

ERA

DWIGHT GOODEN (R)

31

218

17

9

0

.654

72

63

276

73

2.60

JACK MORRIS (R)

36

250

17

12

0

.586

110

102

143

88

3.66

DAVE STIEB (R)

36

270

16

13

0

.552

108

99

150

87

3.30

RICK SUTCLIFFE (R)

36

195

13

8

1

.619

93

82

125

81

3.79

FERNANDO VALENZUELA (L)

36

256

15

12

0

.555

99

86

208

89

3.01

RELIEVERS

DAVE DRAVECKY (L)

36

148

9

7

8

.562

56

51

68

43

3.11

JAY HOWELL (R)

43

102

6

5

7

.545

55

52

87

39

4.56

DAN QUISENBERRY (R)

75

131

7

5

37

.583

41

37

42

17

2.51

DAVE RIGHETTI (L)

40

169

10

8

31

.555

70

59

143

71

3.14

BOB STANLEY (R)

51

157

11

8

18

.579

69

60

57

42

3.42

These statistics represent an "average" 162-game season for each member of the Dreams.

In this dream, Fenway Park is in Baltimore, and the seats are beginning to fill up with Cub fans. The sky is Dodger blue, daubed with little swabs of cotton. You can't really tell if it's early May or late September, but there's no need to wear a jacket. The tickets say Box 54, Row D, numbers one and two—oh, thank you, Mr. Hoffman, how's Glenn doing? These seats are so good we can smell the pine tar in the visitors' on-deck circle. Say, isn't that Bob Uecker in the front roooow?

We can see into the home dugout, where the manager of the Dreams, Chuck Tanner, is regaling the writers. The team is on the field loosening up. Ozzie Smith is tossing the ball with Dave Winfield, Eddie Murray's playing catch with the bat boy. George Brett is in a pepper game with Rick Sutcliffe, Fernando Valenzuela and Phil Bradley. Dale Murphy's over by the tarp signing autographs. Dan Quisenberry and Bob Stanley laugh together as they lope into the outfield to shag fly balls.

Hungry? Wait until Tommy Walton, the operatic vendor, comes around singing, "Hot diggity dogs." The old guy hitting fungoes is Jimmie Reese. He used to room with Babe Ruth back in the 1930s. It's funny how the game always comes back to Ruth.

There's Don Zimmer hitting grounders to the infielders. Look, the first group is batting now. Huge Frank Howard is the BP pitcher, and little Tim Raines is first up. Raines lays it down right in front of Ryne Sandberg. Hey, the usher is making Uecker get up from his seat.

Pat Santarone's grounds crew has done a marvelous job with this field. Listen, you can hear the voice of Ernie Harwell coming from your neighbor's radio. The man with the cane? That's Howie Haak, a great scout, who's visiting with Hank Peters, the general manager.

Did you see Lance Parrish crush that ball? There's the Phanatic prancing through the stands. The blonde lady at the organ? Nancy Faust. Wait a minute. The public address announcer, Bob Sheppard, is about to say something.

"Good afternooooon, ladies and gentlemenmenmenmen, and welcome to Dream Stadiumumumum. The 1985 Dream yearbooooook, featuring color pictures of your favorite Dreameameameams, can be purchased at souvenir stands throoooughout the stadiumumumum...."

It is a mind game, and maybe a silly one at that, but then life could be a dream, sh-boom, sh-boom. The idea here is to assemble a dream team—a dream organization, in fact—made up of the very best people baseball has to offer. There will be a lot of close calls. You can't lose, but you can't win, either. So, right up front, apologies are in order.

It is definitely a dream, because money will be no object in assembling this team. Otherwise, the criteria are strict. People will be selected for the roles they currently play. When it comes to assembling a bench for the team, there will be no copping out by making Gary Carter, for instance, the second-string catcher. The team should be for the future as well as the present, so age and attitude will be factors. A balance will be struck between lefthanders and righthanders. Clichés will be allowed for certain players.

And now for the Dreams. The choices, which will be announced just as soon as Sheppard gets back to the microphone, will certainly spark controversy. How they were made is simple. I received input from many and various baseball sages, applied painstaking logic, added personal prejudice—and got the Dreams.

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