cvincent40 said:
Slappy, you remember the same Ronnie, I do. He was unfailingly likeable, which lulled folks into believing him and that was almost always a mistake. During his time in the majors he had nothing but opportunities but frittered it all away by a long series of very bad choices. I certainly do not wish him ill, but I feel no sympathy for him.
Chaz, I remember him playing street football with us a couple of times on Somerset. it was like you'd take the snap, count to five and throw long. Only one guy could cover him - Bill Gracey. Cool guy, LeFlore's wife was smokin hot -- or was to a hormonal 14-15 year old.
And I had it backward. He sold the house to Gibson, the running joke was it's Gibson's boarding house.. Tom Brookens used to stay there.
I remember when he moved into the neighborhood. Bought Johnny Gauss's house; dad was a comptroller at FTD and had major bucks to move to West Bum****.
I came home all excited "MOM! A Tiger is moving down the street!"
She asked who and I told her. "Isn't he black," asked my mom.
"Yeah, but so what? HE's a Tiger!"
Keep in mind that Coleman Young had just become mayor of Detroit and the balance of power had shifted. By Michigan-Ohio State weekend of 1977, we were out of Detroit and in Grosse Pointe Woods about two miles from you, CV...
And the first time I walked into the Lindell A.C. I thought of him. And then I thought of Billy Martin punching out Dave Boswell. And then I had a beer.