When times are tough sports seem to come through, especially in Detroit,
NYTimes writer says.
Excerpt:
In 1968, when I was young, Detroit was in shambles. Its soul had been
wrenched open the summer before by riots that pitted angry black
residents against a mostly white police force. The city’s newspapers
were on strike. Auto industry leaders were beginning to worry about a
threat posed by the Japanese.
Only one thing kept the city together, or so it seemed: the Tigers.
On the beaches of its metropolitan parks and in the kitchens and
backyards of homes across Michigan, like the one where I grew up, we
heard the voices of Ernie Harwell and Ray Lane broadcasting the
play-by-play on WJR-AM and its sister stations.
When the Tigers beat the St. Louis Cardinals in the World Series, we
were all united in more than just delight. The community, young and
old, needed the success for spiritual reasons as much as for the sheer
pleasure of seeing a sports team prevail.
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