Grass-Clippings, Transistor Radios & Ernie Harwell – Summer Memories of Tiger Baseball
“On summer nights, before anyone had air-conditioning,” recollects my friend Tony Shaieb, “you could walk down the street and listen to Ernie Harwell call the entire ball game through the open windows.”
Tony’s memories are quite a bit more romantic than the eerie bluish-glow from my neighborhood’s 60″ plasmas tuned to Fox Sports Detroit
My wife and I were taking the dog for a walk last night and I had a similar flashback to the legendary Tigers broadcaster. A few of my more enthusiastic neighbors who foolishly believe in fertilizer found themselves already mowing the young grass—and what better time to run the Toro than 8:30 pm? (When our kids were toddlers, our considerate neighbor Thad would wait another 90 minutes before he’d begin.)
A breeze blew to me the … Read More…
