Friday, June 16, 2006

The End of an Era

Well, really the era ended several years ago, but this punctuates it. The City of Detroit is planning to tear down Tiger Stadium.

I spent many great hours there during my teen years and into my twenties. The economics of Tiger Stadium might have been poor, but I was able to show up just before game time and buy tickets that are better than what exist in most stadiums today. (I liked section 419.) You were so close to the game in a great natural, historical environment.

When I was a little kid, just beginning to listen to baseball on the radio, I was introduced to icons that would last right up until the time I was moving away from Windsor to Toronto. Ernie Harwell was on the air. Sparky Anderson was the new manager and Lou Whitaker and Alan Trammell were just coming up from the minors. 15 years or so later, I realized how lucky I had been as a fan to have that core group there throughout my childhood.

Given that the team has moved on, and that I have moved on, I can see that it might not be such a bad idea to keep the baseball field as the square at the centre of a new development. At least people will still be able to get at it.

Anyway, Google Maps satellite can go to ridiculous zoom levels in Detroit. Check it out.


At 6:25 PM, Blogger RWS said...

Also, a 14-year-old could take the bus from Windsor with a friend (but no parents) through the border and to a game. The Canadian bus would drop them off at the Stadium and pick them up when the game was over. Even though, Detroit had the reputation as the Murder Capital of the US, Tiger Stadium was always family friendly.

At 9:18 PM, Blogger Shawn said...

The sound of Ernie Harwell in the backseat of a car on hot summer nights as it drove on county roads to, say, Amherstberg.

They should podcast the entire 1984 series.

At 2:10 PM, Blogger Jamie said...

Yeah, hearing Ernie (and Paul Carey) in the car was the sound of my childhood.

Most memorable tunnel bus trip to Tiger Stadium: one night which combined Hare Krishnas chanting at the stop by the stadium and several drunks on the ride home reenacting the Lite Beer "less filling, tastes great" commercials.

I wonder how much the troughs in the bathroom would go for if they're still around to be auctioned? A friend in university dreamed about buying them.


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