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Atom Ant Episode 17 Bully for Atom Ant by f1126340475

Deputy Dawg - Kin Folk

FELIX

felix the cat.

Snuffles

Robin Coleman Excels

Not one but two scholarships have been awarded our favorite daughter.





Loughead-Eldredge Endowed Scholarship in Creative Writing



Joseph J. & Mary E. Yelda Endowed Merit Scholarship for English


We are proud!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                


Three cheers for Robin!

Sparky

I may be the least qualified to eulogize George "Sparky" Anderson. I was at odds with him from 1979, when he replaced Les Moss, a team stalwart who earned the chance to manage. His "My way or the highway" hubris did not click with my long haired ideas.

Relinquishing Steve Kemp for Chet Lemon is still a trade I wouldn't make; the Schatzeder for LeFlore trade was the result of a hissie fit. 


His Cincinnati credentials were marred by not winning more with the bulk of talent he supervised.


Sparky was a manager who made personalities too big of a deal.

What did I know? I played the game daily in the blissful absence of X-Box, My fourth grade class watched the World Series cinched by Mickey Lolich, Jim Northrup and Willie Horton. No studies for those few heady days, the 3-1 deficit brushed aside by 3 Tiger wins. Jose' Feliciano and the Star Spangled Banner. Brock declining to slide as football big Bill Freehan stood him up and tagged out the 'speed merchant'.


When Sparky was summoned north on I-75 I was yet stewing over Ralph Houk wrecking the "Bird" Fydrich's arm. The giveaways of Kemp, LeFlore and Jason Thompson were clearly at his behest.


I was an angry fan.


Working downtown at Nemos in the Ren Cen, we could walk in free after the 7th, and that meant something, the police were cool, inside Tiger Stadium, the world was polite, cheerful and benevolent. Sparky was a Red, he didn't know what the Tigs meant to us who grew up with them, the 100 loss seasons of the '70's didn't quench our love, and the memory of 1968 remained fresh, it had one hell of a shelf life..

In short order the man proved he had a method to his madness.

The 1984 season erupted, Morris' no-hitter, then 35-5; how do you argue with results.

He inaugurated CATCH, a singularly  on the level charity for sick kids.

He started to remind me of my hard working Dad, then he had me, no one else could be manager.









I wish they would have kept Tiger Stadium; I have yet to see a game at CoPa. Detroit needs a great deal more than a luxury box for its redemption. Tiger Stadium was egalitarian, and it's demolition still gets me fighting mad.

Sparky grew on you, he was a real one in the truest sense. Bless his memory, and bless his family in this difficult hour.