"Geez, I hope they didn't film this one," said Anderson. "When they do that World Series movie, they're going to move past Game 3 real fast. Marty's homer, Chester's catch and that's it."
Castillo's homer came with Chet Lemon aboard on a 1-2 fastball, and it landed in the upper deck in left. "I wanted to do a couple of cartwheels, a backflip and a roundoff," said Castillo. He didn't, though, because Anderson hates to show up the other team. "We're a '50s team playing in the '80s," he says.
Once again, the Padres' starting pitching, to put it politely, stank. Lollar went out after an inning and two-thirds, but this time the middle relief didn't come to the rescue. Greg Booker, Padre general manager Jack McKeon's son-in-law, came in with the bases loaded and walked Herndon home. He walked the bases full in the third, and Greg Harris came in and hit Gibson in the foot. That ended the Tigers' scoring.
The Padres did some threatening against Wilcox, but all he gave them was a run on an infield force. The big scare came in the seventh, after San Diego scored off Bill Scherrer on a single by Gwynn, a double by Garvey and a sacrifice fly by Nettles. Hernandez, 33 of 35 in save situations, came on to face Kennedy, and on a 3-2 pitch, Kennedy sent center-fielder Lemon back, back, back. Lemon made a twisting, acrobatic catch. "I just plan to beat the ball to its destination," said Lemon. "When a lot of people compare you to Willie Mays, you tend to want to do something exciting in the World Series."
Castillo provided the other excitement. He's an outgoing practical joker, one of the more popular Tigers. He's so nice that Tom Monaghan, owner of the club and Domino's Pizza, doesn't object to Castillo's endorsing Little Caesars Pizza. When asked if the home run might open the door to more commercial opportunities, Castillo said, "I'm not going to worry about it. But my new phone number is...."
The crowd in Tiger Stadium came up with the super slo-mo wave, segueing into a riptide, then some rhythmic swaying and 51,970 people calling traveling all at once. There were also a lot of BLESS YOU, BOYS T shirts around, echoing the motto of the '84 Tigers and the title of Anderson's new book.
On Saturday the Tigers were twice blessed. Trammell, who grew up a Padre fan, hit two two-run homers, one in the first inning and one in the third, and Morris, who grew up this year, allowed only five hits as Detroit won 4-2 to take a 3-1 lead in the Series.
This game followed the pattern so evident in the Tigers' postseason play. As Detroit had in its previous six games, and would in the next one, it crossed the plate first this time. Through the playoffs and Series it scored six times in the first inning and twice in the second. But against San Diego the Tigers had yet to score a run after the fifth inning, and it was that lack of a knockout punch that worried Anderson this day. "I want the world to see how good this team can be," he said.
In fact, Game 4 was the Tigers' year in miniature. Detroit jumped off to a 35-5 start and played 16 games over .500 after that. "You could see bits and pieces of our season in today's game," said Parrish. "We got the early lead and coasted home."
Well, when a team has a Whitaker and a Trammell, it's almost bound to get an early lead. In the opening inning this day, Whitaker reached first on an error by Alan Wiggins, and Eric Show, the Padres' right-winger, fed Trammell a 2-0 fastball that landed in the lower deck in left. In the third, Whitaker singled, advanced to second on an error by Gwynn, and Show hung a slider that Trammell put into the upper deck.