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He was one of my favorites as a kid, along with Al “The Mad Hungarian” Hraboksy. I liked the guys that argued with the baseball. I still have The Bird’s rookie card.
He was a hell of a pitcher. Sad to see him go, as young as he was.
Didn’t he used to talk to his baseball?
Yeah. Talked to the ball, groomed the mound with his hands…
Carin,
Yes he did and before he hurt his arm could make anyone hit a ground ball seemingly at will. One of those guys you’ll always wonder “what if” about. About that same time there was a guy named Buzz Capra in Atlanta that had one of those really good one and done sort of careers. He was nothing like the sensation “the bird” was but still it would have been nice to see him have a ten year run, too.
Man, Harry Kalas died today too. Today sucks.
Yeah, you don’t know those broadcasters personally but you listen to them so much during the summer it seems as though you do. Sad stuff.
It hasn’t been a good month for fans of Tigers alumni. First George Kell, now The Bird.
This one hits home for me. I started collecting baseball cards in 1977, and I got his card for that year in the second pack I bought. Has the “AL All Star” masthead at the top of the card. And I still have it.
RIP Bird, we will miss you.
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Good interview with the Bird.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rm_jU0b5Hgw
He was a hero to us freaks at the time, long hair, t shirt and old jeans. Used to carry a boom box around playing Skynyrd, boom boxes were pretty rare at the time.
1982 Triple A comeback bid.
The Bird is the Word!
That he did. Late nights in MI, AM radio on the top porch, Ernie Harwell and the Bird.
And now I will think sad thoughts about Mark and those years when I lived and breathed Tigers.
Adios Bird, you made so many people happy just to watch you pitch so amazingly well.
That summer of ’76 was an amazing time to be a kid growing up in Michigan. Fidrych was too much the regular guy to realize how much he meant to the rest of us.
funny I recall all that too.
Fidrych was nuts it seemed, but he had such talent. i recall him tying my yanks up in knots, and they had a good team that year.
baseball had so many more characters then.
Freakshow pitchers of the 70s?
Can’t beat Doc Ellis.
http://www.sirbacon.org/4membersonly/docellis.htm
Grew up in Detroit, and I was 10 during his amazing 76 season. He was one of the guys that made me love baseball and the Tigers so much.
Oil Can Boyd was a good one too.
Fidrych was nuts it seemed…
Fidrych wasn’t nuts, he was just like me and my buddies. It was the rest of y’all that were nuts.
Welcome back, Jeff. Hope the trip went well and you had some fun when the work was done.
The Bird was a phenom the year I graduated from high school and started college. He was a hoot — a great pitcher and an unusual character. I remember him fondly. May he rest in peace. Also, Marilyn Chambers and Harry Kalas died today. Which brings me to my next point:
The ’70s were such a weird, wonderful, sad and life-changing time, as were the ’60s, but in a different way. I suppose everyone thinks that about the decade they came of age.
I hate and love the ’70s. I’ve yet to see a movie or documentary that truly captures the time. And, maybe, that’s the way it should be.
Ag80, Agree. The 70’s were great.
Ah, the 70s. They began with me young and single and still a teen. They left with me married, a vet, and a new dad. The best decade of my life, except that the 80s and 90s and 00s have been pretty good as well.
Fidrych was one of those awesome talents. You just have to watch and you ask yourself how anyone can be that good.
Was a big Tigers fan growing up as Montgomery had one of their farm teams. Got to see a lot of legends just starting out. Unfortunately for us, Fidrych only pitched a handful of games while with the team, but he didn’t seem out of place there at all.
“I’ve yet to see a movie or documentary that truly captures the time.”
“Dazed And Confused” comes closest. … and, strangely enough, without trying to, “Napoleon Dynamite.”
“I’ve yet to see a movie or documentary that truly captures the time.”
“Dazed And Confused” comes closest. … and, strangely enough, without trying to, “Napoleon Dynamite.”