We lost another great one yesterday. Sparky created something quite magical in Detroit and it happened when I was growing up. I could not have asked for a better childhood watching Sparky guide my Tigers to a World Series Championship back in 1984, my first as a kid. I remember fondly as everyone would say “Bless You Boys” after each win that year. The city embraced these boys and Sparky made me believe in a spirit of grit and determination will pay off in so many ways. This loss along with Mark Fydrich, Ernie Harwell and George Kell in the past few years has made me realize how precious moments are in life and that these collective memories will always be part of Detroit and those fortunate to experience it first hand.
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