Official Blog | Sunday | August 1st, 2010

Jun
30

A Presidential Pitch

By Tom DeLisle
Now this will be … I assure you … THE   most confusing blog you will ever read.
 
And I’m not bragging by saying that.  In fact, it’s rather something to be ashamed of, wouldn’t you think?  I didn’t set out to make this the most confusing blog item you’d ever encounter, things just worked out that way.  If you don’t believe me, take a look at what follows.  Just jump on in, and don’t say I didn’t warn you:
 
This blog is based on the picture that comes with it.  It’s a baseball picture, yes.  And a political picture.  You’ll recognize former President and Vice President and Run-Out-of-Town-on-a-Rail President (ROOTOAR) Richard Nixon as the guy throwing a baseball in the photo.  I’m sure on that much we can all agree.  From here on it gets kind of dicey. 
 
Standing two, well, heads above Nixon, and looking properly concerned, is his son-in-law David Eisenhower.  He is the grandson of former President Dwight Eisenhower, who ain’t in the photo. He’s probably out golfing somehwere.  Standing just to our left of David is, I believe, Helen Thomas, the so-called “dean” of White House reporters who recently got tossed out of that position, as in Run Out of Town on a Rail, because — like Mr. Nixon (remember “I’m not a crook”?) –she talked too much.  To David’s right, from our perspective, is Julie Nixon, the daughter of ROOTOAR President Nixon, and David’s wife.  I don’t know when this photo was taken, or where, but I’d guess it’d be around ‘72 to ‘74, during Mr. Nixon’s abbreviated second term.
 
Now, I once attended a baseball All-Star Game in San Diego with David Eisenhower.  No kidding.  We were both the guests of some hotshot baseball agent.  This was around 1977 or ‘78, as I recall, and I only agreed to go to the game ’cause I figured it’d be a hoot to later say that I had gone to a game with David Eisenhower.  He seemed like an okay guy, very nice, but here’s the weird thing — he wore a baseball glove TO the game!  I mean, the guy was a grown man, a famous man, dressed in a suit like he is in this picture … and he goes to the game wearing a baseball glove!  Like he’s gonna catch a foul ball, even though we were seated in some fancy box.  And he’d pound the glove every now and then, and say “Boy I hope we beat the National League today!”  And I, eager to get along, would agree with him.
 
Even weirder, no kidding – I have the feeling that the glove that ROOTOARP Nixon is wearing in this picture is the SAME glove.  No joke.  It looks like it.  Honest. And here’s a further irony.  I once did a TV show with Mr. Nixon in which he was interviewed by Sparky Anderson — again, no joke –  as part of a primetime special on Channel 4 here in Detroit in 1989 to raise money for Sparky’s C.A.T.C.H. charity.  And here’s another weird — make that weirder – part.  I was able to ‘book’ Mr. Nixon for that show after I heard Sparky say one day that the ROOTOAR President was a big baseball fan and expert who often called Sparky on the phone to talk the fine points of the game.  (“Oh that Nixon, he loves me,” was the Sparky quote that started it all.)  Sparky said Mr. Nixon was an amazing baseball expert.  But … look how he’s holding that ball in the picture.  He’s got it SITTING in his hand!  He’s not even gripping it.  It’s just lying there.  Like an egg.  And he’s a baseball EXPERT?
 
And his glove, my old pal David’s glove I presume.  WHY is he wearing a glove to throw OUT the first ball of the game??  He’s throwing the ball AWAY.  Plus…if he DOES throw out the first ball, and he holds it like that, isn’t he going to conk that lovely babe standing next to Julie right in her hairdo with it?  She, you’ll note, has the perfect vapid look of a politician’s wife.  You’ll note that the woman situated just behind the ball and to the right of Mr. Nixon’s open hand in this photo is already ducking.  She’s the only person in the whole shebang who obviously knows what’s going on. 
 
I found this old photo recently in my computer picture file, under the heading “Nixon Tries to Kill a Fan With A Baseball.”   Now, I really liked Former President Nixon.  I even voted for him once.  He was a terrific guy when I met him to tape the Sparky special.  He signed business cards with his Presidential seal and asked me to distribute them to every guy on our crew.  He even seemed pleased when — during the rather lengthy interview — Sparky assured him that while, yes, there were some ominous trends going on around the world that seemed to threaten our country’s future, there seemed little doubt — again, this is Sparky’s opinion, mind you — that the United States back then WAS … and would forever REMAIN … Number One in Show Business in the whole wide world.
 
Yes, Mr. Nixon readily agreed, we’re Number One.
 
But you’ll never convince me, Sparky or no Sparky, that the guy knew how to throw a baseball. 

Jun
29

No More Human Error

By Jeff Lutz

Armando Galarraga and the City of Detroit were quick to make nice with Jim Joyce and the umpiring crew when Joyce’s error cost the Tigers pitcher his perfect game only a few weeks ago. The warm gesture by all parties involved made the move easy for Bud Selig to claim no involvement and praise the human element of the game. With technology advancing at a far faster pace than the sporting events, it has become time for athletics to embrace the technologies that have increased fan exposure and revenue.

If you’re a German soccer fan you might know a few things about the benefits (and disadvantages) of replay in reviewing goals. Hockey at most levels has adopted instant replay for a tool in reviewing goals. When it comes to FIFA and soccer/football, Germany has lost a World Cup (1966 v. England), and won two matches (2002 v. United States, 2010 v. England) because of officials making adaptions of the rules on the fly. For Tigers fans, a similar event took place on Saturday evening.

Umpires have long not been the best of pals with baseball players, but for the second time in a month an umpire has admitted openly that they blew a significant play in the ballgame against the Tigers. This time, Gary Cederstrom used a quick strike call to send Johnny Damon and the Tigers to the clubhouse on a ball that was roughly a foot outside the strike zone.

Arguing strikes/balls has long been a battle of frustation between umpires, players and fans, and hopefully one day a technological strike zone will end this annoyance for everyone. Like a pinsetter in bowling, baseball could create a system where strikes that go a certain height, and over the plate, are called strikes. Combined with a replay system, baseball would have a situation in place where the athletes on the field could find something else to argue over.


Jun
28

Where is Tiger Stadium’s State Historical Marker?

By Bill Dow

In a ceremony to help celebrate the 75th anniversary of the Detroit Tigers, on August 23, 1976 a state historical marker honoring Tiger Stadium was presented on the field. Participating at the ceremony were Tiger legends Al Kaline, Hal Newhouser, Charlie Gehringer, and Billy Rogell.

But three years ago this past Memorial Day weekend, the Tiger Stadium state historical marker was stolen from the corner of Michigan Trumbull.

To this day it has never turned up and one just wonders who has it in their possession.

We know the Tigers took the Ty Cobb plaque that was located on the same wall where the state marker hung just to the left of the front door of the Tiger Stadium executive offices. The Cobb plaque is now located on the outside wall of Comerica Park near the entrance to the executive offices.

The only lead the police have is that a Detroit Police officer said he saw “two white males in broad daylight with a white pick up style utility truck and a yellow top light backed up to the Marker.” He said “ they looked like they were doing their job so he didn’t challenge them.”

The green cast iron marker measured ¾ inches by 42” by 54” and weighed 200 pounds. At the time, Laura Ashlee of the State Preservation Office stated the “theft” is a “high misdemeanor crime.”

I suppose it’s possible that some officials from the city of Detroit removed the marker in preparation for the stadium’s demolition. But I can’t help but wonder why no one seems to know where it is.

If you just happen to see the marker in someone’s office or home, do a favor for everyone who still respects that sacred ground at Michigan and Trumbull and call the police.

The state historic marker recognizing Tiger Stadium is unveiled by (left to right) Tiger legends Al Kaline, Hal Newhouser, Billy Rogell, and Charlie Gehringer on August 25, 1976.


Jun
24

Detroit’s All-Time Worst Sports Moments: A Baker’s Dozen

By Tom DeLisle
It was the night of the Galarraga Massacre that a local sports fan younger than I … one who shall go unnamed (all right, you forced it out of me – writer Bill Dow) … asked if the denial of the Tigers first perfect game ranked among the Top Ten on my personal grievance list of excruciating Detroit professional athletic defeats in my lifetime.
 
His question got me to thinking, and counting.  And by the time I was done compiling this appalling history of galling failure and disappointment, I had come to a screeching halt with a Baker’s Dozen (for those of you from Clinton Township, like me, that’s 13) of my personal Worst Moments living and dying with our local sports teams.  A warning:  You read this at your own risk.  I have had high blood pressure across the years of my own health history, and the following disappointments contributed mightily:
 
1.  The 1954 (told you I was old) Detroit Lions at Cleveland Browns World Championship game, won by Cleveland 56-10.  Just a week after the Lions continued their mastery of the Browns with a last-game regular season win, the best team of modern Lions history goes for a record third NFL championship and unaccountably gets slaughtered.
 
 2.  The 1956 Lions at Chicago Bears final season game.  The Bears win the Western Division in a 38-21 romp after Ed Meadows knocks Lions leader Bobby Layne out of the game with a vicious late hit in the early second quarter.
3.   Labor Day Weekend, 1961; the Tigers–Yankee series in New York.  A Tigers team that would win 101 games that year goes into New York with a chance to take over the American League race, and the wheels come off in an excruciating one-run Friday night loss.  The Bengals never recover.
 
4.   October 21, 1962, Lions at New York Giants:  Forget the heart-breaker in Green Bay.  A Lions team that is superior to the ultimate champion Packers loses a 17-14 squeaker to a Giant team they should have manhandled, and all hope is lost for a team that goes 11-3 and watches the championship game on TV.
 
5.   April 1964, Red Wings–Toronto Stanley Cup Finals.  The Wings best bet of the ’60s to win the Cup goes awry when, ahead in the series 3 games to 2, they lose in overtime at Olympia (after hitting a post late in the third period) on a goal scored by broken-legged defenseman Bobby Baun. 
 
6.   October 1967, Tigers vs Angels.  Possibly the worst of all, the Bengals lose the second game of a frantic double-header AND the American League pennant before a frenzied and angry home crowd on the final day of a regular season they should have dominated.
 
7.   January 1970, Lions at Dallas.  The best team of the Joe Schmidt coaching era falls 5-0 in the post-season at Dallas in a playoff game they coulda, shoulda, won. 
8.   October 1972, Tigers vs Oakland.  In a bitter and bizarre five-game playoff, the Tigers lose the last game at Tiger Stadium by an exasperating  2-1 score, ending the final chance for the ‘68 veterans to return to a World Series.
 
9.   October 1987, Tigers vs. Twins.  It’s a carbon copy for the ‘84 champs, as an annoying Minnesota team picks off Darrell Evans and Detroit’s World Series dream.
 
10,  May 1996, Red Wings vs. Colorado.  This one hurt even more than the previous season’s Stanley Cup sweep by the Devils; Claude Lemieux and the Avalanche pound and humiliate a stunned Red Wings team that appears to represent the last Cup possibility of the Steve Yzerman era.
 
11.  June 1997, Vladimir Konstantinov.  Never has joy turned so quickly and devastatingly to pain and heartbreak, as the valiant Red Wings defenseman is nearly killed in an absurd one-car limousine wreck only days after his team’s phenomenal Stanley Cup victory.  Only in Detroit, anyone?
 
12.  June 2009, Red Wings vs. Penguins.  A superior Red Wings team, up 3-2 in the Stanley Cup finals, succumbs to injuries and exhaustion inflicted by a season-long pounding from inferior squads, fading before Pittsburgh and a wimp named Sid the Kid in a defeat that should never have occurred.
 
13,   One word:  Galarraga.  And one epitath for all of this:  Only in Detroit.

Jun
22

Tigers Making Final All-Star Push

By Jeff Lutz

The 2010 All-Star Game in Anaheim is merely weeks away and early voting results are showing that Tigers players may not get appropriate recognition for their work so far in 2010.

This Tigers team was supposed to fold following a near-playoff experience in 2009, but every time they seem to be on the cusp of failing, they come back with a series of wins. With just under 100 games left, it’s left up to the final ballot stuffers to take their places.

Miguel Cabrera (.328, 19 HR, 60 RBI) is having the definition of an all-star season for the Tigers. As mentioned in a previous blog, he has triple crown numbers and the team has frequently benefited from his place in the lineup. In the latest voting update, he trails Minnesota’s Justin Morneau by 325,000 votes and New York’s Mark Teixiera by 80,000 votes. Teixiera (.226, 12 HR, 44 RBI) is having an admittedly horrific year, and it would be an absolute crime to see him in the starting lineup this July.

Brennan Boesch (.337, 10 HR, 36 RBI) remains one of the most intriguing individuals if you’re Joe Girardi. In 20 less games than his fellow outfielder mates of Jackson, Damon and Ordonez, Boesch has demonstrated that he’s a threat at all times at the plate. However, he is not a threat on the ballot where his name does not appear. I would not be shocked, like Cabrera, that he finds his way onto the AL as a reserve.

Brandon Inge and Gerald Laird are both fifth in their positions, and their numbers would suggest that they will spend the All-Star Break relaxing and resting up. Laird has even spent time platooning while also making a number switch from 8 to 12. Inge, while a Tigers fan favorite, still struggles to get the votes from anywhere outside of the Great Lakes voting bloc.

On the pitching front, potential candidates include Jose Valverde, Justin Verlander – and my dark horse – Armando Galarraga. What would happen if Girardi, who’s frequently been at odds with MLB brass, chooses to place Galarraga in the lineup? His numbers are not bad (2-1, 3.32 ERA, 38 innings) and it would be a classy move for Girardi to give the Tigers pitcher the well deserved recognition in a game that is fairly meaningless.


Jun
21

Picture of the Phenom

By Tom DeLisle
Local sports collectors have been excited in recent months by the online sale of the photo libraries of Detroit’s once-powerful daily newspapers.
 
For historians or just casual fans, this look into the files of the old Detroit Times, and the Detroit News and Free Press, has been a true revelation.  Some amazing old photos have come up for sale, shots that comprise the pictorial history of our town.  For really cool shots — like game photos from the Detroit Lions and Red Wings glory days of the 1950s — the prices have seemed sky-high, with many photos selling for more than $100.  The same is true for vintage photos of Al Kaline and Gordie Howe in their rookie or early seasons of their legendary careers. 
 
But leave it to me, I was taken aback (and when was the last time you heard anybody admit to that?) to blunder across a vintage Detroit newspaper photo of a guy who temporarily heated up the late summer of 1962 with his exciting outfield play for the Tigers … the inimitable and nearly legendary Purnal Goldy.  And believe me, I was geeked to discover that picture.  Boy, did it hit home.  But I bet it won’t draw five bucks.
 
Purnal Who?, you say.  Well, that’s the problem.  You had to have been around town, and been a maniacal backer of the Bengals in ‘62 to recall the name of ol’ Purnal with a bit of a sentimental ache.  Karen Bush wrote an excellent piece on Purn for the Detroit Athletic Co. last summer, recalling his failed flirtation with, well, greatness.  But the very fact that his name today falls on mostly-deaf ears bears testimony to the painful fact that after showing us a seemingly unlimited promise in the late season of 1962, poor Purn was never able to put together a full season in Major League Baseball. 
 
Even I — a major Purnal Goldy fan, kind of an early day Purnal Goldy groupie — have to scratch my head now and wonder what the hey all the excitement was about.  Goldy played in September of ‘62 for the Bengals.  I seem to recall that Al Kaline was either injured or being rested by the Tigers at the end of that season, and Purnal — all 6 feet 5′ of him — seemed to shine as his rightfield replacement.  And I remember how his unusual name seemed to trip right off the tongue of Ernie Harwell.  All of 24 during that promising late season, Purnal hit an awfully modest .229, but managed to club three home runs in his Tigers audition and make some heady plays in the field. Not bad, but not much for a genuine phenom.
 
Still, there must have been something about him that got us all so excited.  In my neighborhood, I can still hear the kids yelling “Purnal GOLDY!” when somebody would make a good play in the field, or slug a long fly ball.  I know that sports columnist Joe Falls, whom I knew later at the Free Press, once confessed to having promoted the idea of Goldy as a future Tigers star … if not for his talent then possibly just for the sound of his fairly goofy name.
 
He didn’t have to work hard to sell us, not in our section of town.  We were so starved for some kind of Tigers hope, ANY kind of Tigers hope, that we were fooled into climbing on the Goldy bandwagon.  Cripes, in 1961 our Tigers had won 101 games — 101 in a 162 game campaign! — and still didn’t qualify for the post-season, which went to the Yankees with their 109-victory mark.  We were starving, dying, for some hope for our team.  All we’d had, year after year, was Al Kaline and a group of promising co-stars (Kuenn and Boone in the late ’50s … Colavito and Cash in the early ’60s) who never seemed quite able to get us over the hump.
 
So it was that we believed … we really WANTED to believe … in the legend-in-the-making of Purnal Goldy.  After his late-season fireworks (well, sometimes) we were pumped for Lakeland and the promise Purnal would bring to the ‘63 campaign.  The papers said he might play center, or left field, and we could see Goldy and Kaline storming through the season. 
 
Well, some storm.  Some season.  His numbers for 1963, his final MLB campaign, are cold and mocking.  Nine games.  Eight at-bats.  Two hits, all singles, for a .250 average.  The Tigers fell from 85 victories in ‘62, to 79 in ‘63.  For reasons that nobody in our east side neighborhood could understand — he had seemed SO good last year! — it was the end of Purnal.  And thus did the phenom recede into history.  A guy now remembered for one shining, albeit maybe bogus, trip to the Bigs.  A guy now readily recalled by only those of us who were starving for Tigers glory in 1962 and ‘63 for his one moment in the sun … but now only remembered for the goofy sound of his oddball name … Purnal Goldy. 
 
I mean, how many guys have you met named Purnal?  How many have you met named Goldy?
 
Only his picture remains now, and it ain’t talking.  Rising up now, almost mockingly, it brings back the almost-legend of Purnal, the almost glory of the early ’60s Tigers.  Mute testimony to a phenomenon that maybe existed only in our heads.  Purnal Goldy.  The star that never was, on a team that never could…. 

Jun
14

A (Triple) Crown for a King

By Jeff Lutz

In the post Lou-and-Tram era, there has never been a hitter with this much potential to take a run at the Triple Crown. While the chances of winning one of baseball’s most famous titles is extremely rare (15 all-time winners over 130-plus years), there are very few players built both mentally and physically to take a run at the title. Miguel Cabrera looks like a whole different player this season, and with a 20-20 vision at the plate, Tigers fans may be witnessing one of the finest hitting seasons in recent memory.

Ty Cobb in 1909 hit .377 with 9 HR and 107 RBI, making him the only Tigers hitter to this point to have won the Triple Crown. Cobb is one of those names that oozes baseball history. While I would never compare the skills of Ty Cobb to those of Miguel Cabrera, both men mean a great deal to their respective clubs. For a team that gave up so much to get him from the Marlins, Cabrera has delivered and more.

However, the downfall for Cabrera will be twofold – he is not necessarily known for hitting for real high averages and he doesn’t have enough hitters around him in the lineup. To address the first point, he is a power hitter and his job is to provide a home run threat when he gets to the plate. The magic for the year that we saw with Magglio Ordonez taking the batting title a few years back, was that he had a mix of hitting for power to go along with his onslaught on the average title.

The lack of hitters around Cabrera has been bettered by having a masher like Brennan Boesch in the lineup, but he doesn’t have the same protection like other potential Triple Crown candidates. Joe Mauer and Robinson Cano are legitimate contenders and they are surrounded by great hitters around them. If Cabrera is to take that next step towards the Triple Crown, he is going to need big seasons out of his fellow Tigers sluggers.


Jun
13

The Magic of Austin Jackson

By Tom DeLisle
How’s this for an intemperate statement?
 
I’m ready, just 60 games into his first Major League season, to declare Austin Jackson the greatest centerfielder of the Tigers modern era.
 
Say what?  Yup, I mean it.  You knew something was up with this kid when Al Kaline was quoted — in two separate statements — by Lynn Henning of the Detroit News (the best day-to-day baseball writer in town) as predicting “superstar” status for Jackson before this season began.  Those kind of predictions just don’t come from Al.  When he says something like that, people – even a dumbass like me – pay attention.  And the kid thus far has proven Kaline to be on the money.  His fielding has been nothing short of stunning, and the fact that he’s showing a terrific hitting eye and is a constant threat on the bases only further support my claim.
 
Those incredible catches he’s making in deep left-center and deep right-center field, where he races across acres of grass to make Willie Mays-like over-the-shoulder basket grabs are unlike anything I’ve ever seen from a centerfielder for the Bengals.  Go down the modern list, and you might agree with my point.
 
From the 1950’s on, the Tigers regularly had phenomenal outfielding from Kaline in right field, but rarely had outstanding accompaniment for Al in center field.  For much of Kaline’s career he played alongside good-field, mild-hitting Bill Tuttle.  Those of us who grew up listening to Van Patrick call the Tigers games on radio got used to hearing bombastic Van excitedly placing Tuttle “back, back, back on the warning track!” … invariably followed by “Tuttle leaps! ……….. (long pause) ……. and makes the catch!”  Granted, Tuttle was a good centerfielder, but that good?.  After his retirement as a baseball announcer, Patrick allowed that he may have “exaggerated” Tuttle’s performances a little, just to goose up the excitement for his radio listeners.  (Of course Van said the same of his announcing of Lions games, claiming that he helped make Joe Schmidt’s fame by exaggerating Joe’s performance on the Lions defensive side.  He was probably lying about that; nobody who ever saw Schmidt play felt he needed any boosting from Van.  And Patrick’s claim REALLY annoyed Joe.)
 
The ‘68 Tigers had what I had considered the best modern centerfield play, pre-2010, as personified by Mickey Stanley.  The Mick, no great threat offensively, was smooth as silk in center, a worthy sideman to Kaline, and had the potential to make some eye-popping grabs himself.  But I feel Austin Jackson has already made more incredible catches in this partial season than Stanley made in his entire top-notch career.  I know Chet Lemon had a good reputation in the ’80s as a defensive centerfielder, but that was the extent of it as far as I was concerned:  Merely good.  Granted he covered a lot of territory in Tiger Stadium, but I don’t recall the kind of amazing catches that Jackson is making look routine.  Lemon had a career-grab in the ‘84 postseason, going really deep into centerfield, almost to the flagpole, to grab a long drive.  But Austin Jackson — to me — already has passed the fielding exploits of Lemon.
 
I’m telling ya — the kid’s that good.  And what a thrill that he plays for us.  He’s so good that he looks like the kind of young star we’re used to seeing coming to town with the Yankees or the Red Sox.  It’s a pleasure to watch him play, and a kick just to see him in the Tigers’ everyday lineup.  The BEST centerfielder of the modern Tigers era?  Ladies and gentlemen … enjoy the magic … of Austin Jackson.  Long may he reign.
 
(And an after-note:  I once asked Sparky Anderson why Chet Lemon had that weird habit of sliding head-first into first base every now and then.  His Sparkyesque reponse:  “Tommy, you don’t know why he does that, do ya?  Well let me tell ya, I don’t know why he does it.  And more than that … HE don’t know why he does it.”)

Jun
12

Tiger Stadium field may be refurbished for HBO Series

By Bill Dow

In the last couple of days I have learned that the HBO series “Hung” starring Tom Jane will be filming at the Tiger Stadium site sometime in the very near future. Although the story line is unknown, I have heard that the field to some extent will be refurbished.

Tom Jane (left) and Barry Pepper (right) portray Yankee sluggers Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris in the movie 61* filmed at Tiger Stadium in the summer of 2000.

In 2000, for nearly a month, HBO filmed the movie *61 about the famous 1961 home run race between Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. Billy Crystal directed the film that starred Tom Jane as Mantle with Barry Pepper playing Maris.

I was fortunate to have been on the set for a week as an extra playing a reporter.

It was a surreal experience walking onto the field and seeing Yankee Stadium played by Tiger Stadium.

Every single seat at Tiger Stadium was spray painted to look like the color of Yankee Stadium. The set included a dead replica of the Yankee Stadium centerfield scoreboard and the famous monuments. When filming was concluded, the seats were power washed and the Tiger Stadium seat colors came back to life. However if you look at the only remnant left of Tiger Stadium, the flagpole, it still has the Yankee Stadium paint color.

While on the set I met and briefly spoke with Tom Jane during a filming break. As a method actor, Jane stayed in character with Mantle’s Texas drawl and mannerisms.

To help Pepper and Jane with their hitting, Crystal hired former Red Sox and Dodger star Reggie Smith. In between takes, Smith would take them out into the outfield and throw whiffle golf balls to them as they swung with a heavily taped broomstick. (When they took real swings at the plate using real Louisville Sluggers, I am sure the ball looked like a beach ball.)

Tiger Stadium was absolutely beautiful (even as Yankee Stadium) during the filming and HBO was blessed with wonderful weather. I have to believe Tom Jane has many wonderful memories of the ballpark and for him to see what is left must break his heart. (Like everyone else except for the few idiots from the city (and elsewhere) who insisted that this baseball shrine be torn down.

Here’s a pipe dream:  HBO refurbishes the field, builds some stands between first and third, and community leaders step up to the plate to ensure that this historic field is preserved so that it can become a beautiful park with trees surrounding one of the premier amateur baseball diamonds in the city.


Jun
09

The Red Wings’ Unsung Hero: Alexander Peter “Fats” Delvecchio

By Steve Thomas

Detroit Red Wings legend, Alex Delvecchio, didn’t learn to skate until he was twelve years old.  That’s a remarkably late age for any Canadian boy — let alone one who would become one of hockey’s greatest players.

Delvecchio played for the Wings from 1951 through 1974.  He holds the NHL records for seasons played and games played in a career spent with only one team.  His name appears three times on the Stanley Cup for the years 1952, 1954 and 1955. 

“Fats” played in an amazing thirteen All-Star Games: 1953, 1954, 1955, 1956, 1957, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962, 1963, 1964, 1965 and 1967 — a total surpassed by only five players.

Delvecchio was the Red Wings’ team captain for twelve years, a mark surpassed only by Steve Yzerman.  He ranks second in Red Wings’ history in games played and third in points, goals and assists.  He remains 8th all-time in NHL history in games played and 27th in points scored.

Along with Gordie Howe and Ted Lindsay, Delvecchio was the third man in the Red Wings’ incredible “Production Line.”   The Red Wings retired Delvecchio’s number 10 in 1991 — and it will forever hang in their rafters.

He may not be as well remembered as some of his more famous teammates, but there is no denying Delvecchio’s place of importance in Red Wings’ history.  Alexander Peter “Fats” Delvecchio is our choice for the Detroit Red Wings’ most unsung hero.


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