From the classic D on the uniform to the voice of Ernie Harwell, the Detroit Tigers have been a tradition-rich team. Preserving those traditions is super-fan Bobby Hoeft.
Hoeft publishes a labor of love four times yearly, the “Detroit Tigers Quarterly.” The newsletter is rich with classic tales. Past issues have sparkled with contributions from J.W. Porter, Virgil Trucks and the golden-throated Harwell.
Hoeft’s baseball past is the stuff movies are made of. A former Tigers minor leaguer who grew up in Detroit, it’s easy to see how his love for the team remains. His book When Baseball Was Fun belongs on every Tiger fan bookshelf. To subscribe to the newsletter or buy an AUTOGRAPHED copy of the book by mail, check out Bobby’s website. Meanwhile, enjoy the memories Bobby was kind enough to share in this e-mail interview:
Q: What was the first Tiger game you attended like?
A: I came up the same entrance ramp that Charley Gehringer did down in the rf corner or also called the MICHIGAN/TRUMBULL ramp. Also, just like the Quiet Man I came in straight from a farm. Him from Fowlerville, me from Rogers City. AWESOME is still how I feel to this day whenever I think about it. My Dad had purchased tickets for a weekend series against those damned Yankees. They were also awesome, but nothing like BRIGGS STADIUM. The beauty of how the colors of green and gray just seemed to meld together. The blue sky with it’s white fluffy clouds added to this extravaganza…AND THEN THE PLAYERS! There they were trotting around in their proud English “D” uniforms. OOOOPPS, there goes another goose bump!
Q: Did you meet any Tigers growing up? Memories?
After moving down from the farm to the lower east side of Detroit I became a center fielder for as many teams as I could squeeze into a 24 hour day. That’s why in 1947 it was natural for me to be found on Belle Isle with another thousand Detroit amateur players trying out for the HEARST ALL AMERICAN BASEBALL TEAM. The first step was to make the cut on the Island. The next step was to make the cut the following week at Northwestern field. Not only did I make the cut at NW I managed to hit a ball out over GRAND RIVER! The last step was to play on the City All-Star team against a Michigan All-Star team at BRIGGS STADIUM. I had a field day, stealing three bases, including home, getting three hits and making a solid “country catch” in center field.
That night I shook hands with Charles Leonard Gehringer! What a thrill!
He was the manager of the out-state team and was given the honor of calling up the two winners. The place was slightly jammed. For the Out-state team read off “JIM ENGLEMAN from Pontiac, Michigan, and the place went starkers. Jimmy went up to the speaker’s table to accept the honor. After the crowd settled down the great CHARLEY GEHRINGER cleared his throat and said: ‘And representing DETROIT will be that home plate stealer, BOBBY HOEFT, from SOUTHEASTERN HIGH SCHOOL.’
I can still hear my Dad’s whistle. I can still feel Charley’s handshake. And I can see my Mom crying. The place was the Book Cadillac hotel where THE QUIET MAN and I met several times and where this East Side kid would cherish every word that this man directed my way.”
(Thanks to Kohei Nirengi for alerting me to Bobby’s amazing story!)
Coming Wednesday: The dream come true…a hometown kid signs with HIS Detroit Tigers!
Even the day after Christmas, I’m still in a festive spirit.
Or, maybe it’s the STEVE Christmas spirit.
That “No Place Like Home for the Holidays” song sold me. I’m sticking close to home, writing to the men I’ve encountered as an Iowa Cubs fan.
Each sparkled for at least one day in Des Moines, often while I was in attendance. Those who’ll get my last letters of 2011 include:
Mike Mahoney (a local hero, whose Dad was a famed high school coach)
and team announcer Deene Ellis
Coming Tuesday: Do you know “When Baseball Was Fun”? Bobby Hoeft, possibly the greatest Detroit Tigers fan ever, still does!
|Robinson has kept
his sig sweet.
As I reflect on 2011, I think I might have found a trend. I’m suffering from a malady, a syndrome.
Let’s call the problem “Collectors Who Try Too Hard.”
Why do some retired players choose to respond? Perhaps, I’ve rekindled too many memories for them.
I’ve wanted to write to former Cardinals outfielder Kerry Robinson.
He worked as a scout for the organization in 2011.
Naturally, Cardinals fans would think that every former Redbird would love the question, “What are your memories of playing for future Hall of Fame manager Tony LaRussa?”
Read about Robinson in the 2005 book Three Nights in August, by Buzz Bissinger. Actually, LaRussa co-authors the book, in that he feeds Bissinger juicy tidbits about the team, providing unheard-of access to team meetings and other insider reflections.
LaRussa turns Robinson into a favorite target, a catch-all for complaints. Everything Robinson does peeves the skipper.
Good hobby friend Rich Hanson told of seeing Robinson at a Cardinals Caravan winter tour stop. Fans wanted the former player to tell about playing for LaRussa.
“No comment,” he told listeners.
The moral? Just because everyone else adores a manager, batterymate or superstar teammate doesn’t mean that the person reading your letter will.
(Merry Christmas, everybody!)
Coming Monday: Who’s on Tom’s last “10 Most Wanted” list of 2011?