couldn't watch it - will never watch it ---too much sad stuff for me. I'm not strong enough to take it. I'd like to keep the good memories in tact and not have a memory about the "after".
couldn't watch it - will never watch it ---too much sad stuff for me. I'm not strong enough to take it. I'd like to keep the good memories in tact and not have a memory about the "after".
I know, it sounds dramatic - but the place meant a lot to me - memories as a kid going with Dad - and later as a teen, loving the sights and sounds of the place - and later as an adult, escaping the 'world' by taking in a game....and just remembering. Not that you can see me, but my sleeve has a part in the movie 61* - I don't think I missed a day of filming - got a baseball signed by Billy Crystal, and a picture taken with Barry Pepper. Loved being "hall monitor" for the extras and camera people who needed a tour guide!
I know, it sounds dramatic - but the place meant a lot to me - memories as a kid going with Dad - and later as a teen, loving the sights and sounds of the place - and later as an adult, escaping the 'world' by taking in a game....and just remembering. Not that you can see me, but my sleeve has a part in the movie 61* - I don't think I missed a day of filming - got a baseball signed by Billy Crystal, and a picture taken with Barry Pepper. Loved being "hall monitor" for the extras and camera people who needed a tour guide!
No need to explain cfg, Tiger Stadium holds a special place in all of our hearts to quote Terrance Mann "The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. "
Some people like to think of these memories like a basment full of our childhood crap sitting in our parents basements which prevent us from moving on. Others believe those memories are ones to be cherished and shared with others, it's all a matter of perspective.
That was YOUR sleeve, Cfg? If I'd have known that, I would have asked for your autograph.I know, it sounds dramatic - but the place meant a lot to me - memories as a kid going with Dad - and later as a teen, loving the sights and sounds of the place - and later as an adult, escaping the 'world' by taking in a game....and just remembering. Not that you can see me, but my sleeve has a part in the movie 61* - I don't think I missed a day of filming - got a baseball signed by Billy Crystal, and a picture taken with Barry Pepper. Loved being "hall monitor" for the extras and camera people who needed a tour guide!
Thanks, Z - You understand perfectly. I do have a lot of Crap from those days - but I'd trade it all for one more game.... Betty and I were interviewed by Mary Conway on the 12:00 news that last day - and we had her crying.
I was there the night they shut the bleachers down because people kept throwing stuff off the upper deck on to the field. I think it was 1975 or 76
Great memory, J. Sat in the bleachers a quite a few times myself back in the day. The tickets were $1.00 and later $2.00 and you're in the park. Throw in a beach ball on a sunny Sunday afternoon, and it don't get much funner than that.
I used to hear rumors that hooligans would sometimes try to smoke that eveil weed marijuana up in the bleachers during some of those games too.
A couple of shots of the gang on October 1, 1999, the second from last game at Michigan and Trumbull. What a night for a ballgame. I will remember that for a long time. They lost as I recall to the Royals, 9-5. Too bad , was hoping for a win.
We even got to see the last Friday fireworks show.
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I remember being infuriated the year that the city started tacking on a 25 cent surcharge to ticket sales. Before that a five dollar bill was good for a seat and four beers. After that I had to scrounge an extra quarter!
Those two summers, I was a bleacher creature more than a few times, and I can testify that there was some of that there evil marijahoochie shit being indulged in up in that there upper deck. Some guy fired one up down the row from us, and one of Detroit's Finest came up and grabbed his baggie of 'stuff'. The cop held it up over his head and emptied it onto the cement and then danced on it to grind it into unusability, to the cheers and moans of the crowd. It was hilarious. He didn't arrest the guy, just took a bow after his dance was over and then walked away.
Welcome home, EB. How was the trip? Pics?
Those have got to be your kids in the first pic, Mkap. If you hadn't said it was '99, I would have thought the boy was you.
JC - I guess I can't blame it on the milkman.
WOW - no kidding - there's no doubt who those kids belong to!
Welcome home EB - and I echo the thought - PICS?
Thanks CFG - JC! I will take that as a compliment!?
Mk, but of course it's a compliment
Anyone else have photos at the Stadium?
Z, maybe?
Here's a couple more Circa 1983.
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Anyone else have photos at the Stadium?
Z, maybe?
Here's a couple more Circa 1983.
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I think I have a few more around the abode but the one's I have on that FB link has mostly the structure itself
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