At this very spot, some of the greatest to ever play the game, played right here. Under a blue Michigan sky they crafted their legend. From the deadball era of Ty Cobb to the steriod era of "My head didn't get bigger, my hat shrunk" Barry Bonds, the greats of the game played.
I figure most of us folks in Detroit have a fond memory, or two, of this place. I saw Ron Leflore in the midst of a 30 game hitting streak, sitting down the first base line. Out in the left field stands I watched the Bird win a game sitting next to my brothers and our old man. I took my daughter to her first game in 1982. She was still an infant, it was early June and the old park was still as cold as a meat locker. In the last year of the park, my son and I attended a game. We moved all around the stadium, finishing up in my favorite part, the upper deck bleachers, right to the left of the flag.
I truly loved that place.