Growing up in Battle Creek we used to listen outside in the warm weather to Tiger baseball on the radio with Ernie Harwell. It is one of the ways we knew summer had arrived. We slowed down to the Harwell cadence and rooted for a team we never went to see in far off Detroit.
At a certain age, the summer pace changed with hectic summer jobs replacing the frenzied school daze. Then the Tigers fell apart; then baseball fell apart; then the Tigers moved; then Ernie Harwell stopped announcing at all.
This year, I am willing to give it a try again. Yesterday, I bought a radio for my desk at work and I have been idly trying to tune in likely AM stations for the day games. I keep reading great things about a team packed with All Stars, and unlike the break your heart every year Lions, I am ready to give the Tigers another go.
My Jr. High English teacher who went to the '84 world series and likely still has the patch of dirt from the infield after victory, would say this makes me the very definition of a fair weather fan. Maybe, maybe worse. We'll see.
1 comments:
Yes, I remember those days! Listening/watching Tiger's Baseball games. Collecting the cards with the bubble gum.
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