Must ... get ... creative ... again

I've noticed that my number of readers has dwindled to just a few a day. I guess I'll have to find a way to write creatively again. Maybe nobody wants to read about baseball, education, and entertainment anymore. I guess those are three pretty separate entities. You certainly don't want to read about my week or really my life.


Hard to believe that Dad's 60th birthday party was five years ago already!

Speaking of that, can you believe it's been 30 years since Billy Joel had a huge hit with "My Life"? I remember hearing the song in Traverse City and my mom bought me a copy of the album at Meijer's Thrifty Acres. We were visiting my Uncle George and Aunt Nancy, and come to find out both of their sons, Tom and Dick, had copies of the album 52nd Street. They said they could have dubbed it on a cassette for me ... Huh? I was seven ...

Speaking of being seven, I was about eight the first time I remember realizing a team was in the World Series. Why did I think the Pirates were cool? Was it their great hitting (Stargell, Parker), no it was their cool hats. They still had the "stove top" hats from the 1976 season. They decided to keep theirs and I thought they were pretty nifty. I even had one custom made, a red one, with an Old English D, so the Tigers would be wearing them in the early '80s. Red? Don't know, maybe that's the only color I could find. Red and white, like the White Sox in '83.

I remember those (now I think) gaudy unis that just said "SOX" across the front. I thought they were cool, mostly because they were different. I don't know what it was with "different" uniform styles, but I always was partial to them. I thought the Tigers classic white home uniform was boring. Now, I think it's awesome that they are one of only a couple teams who don't have alternate uniforms with a dark top for home or something unique like that. Keep up the mojo, Dombro.

Speaking of Dombrowski, Dave, I for one will give him a break on his deals this year. Really, nothing was too bad because he did steal Aramando from the Rangers. And Miggy is going to have some kind of career. Now, his manager, Mr. Leyland, he needs to get serious once again. He's right when he says he stunk. He did. That's why Comerica Park smelled like ... all year long.


"Hey, Grandma, thanks for the French Bread. It was delicious. I almost hurt myself jumping on the counter and reaching to grab it. But it smelled so good. Dad wasn't happy when he found the empty foil the next morning. I told him it was good bread, though."

Thanks for rambling along with me ...