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In a still-galling act of arrogance and heartlessness, the Detroit Tigers and radio station WJR dismissed Hall of Fame broadcaster Ernie Harwell prior to the 1991 baseball season, but allowed Harwell to call the games in a final, "swan song" season. His partner since 1973, Paul Carey, decided to retire at the end of the '91 season. Although Harwell came back to do Tigers games again beginning in 1993, the 1991 season marked the end of Detroit's golden era of baseball radio broadcasting. This broadcast was the last at Tiger Stadium for Carey. Harwell deploys most if not all of his well-known and folksy tag phrases. Although the game itself was already beginning to morph into the muscle-bound and homer-happy brand that continues to this day, Harwell's and Carey's unfailing style of subtlety and understatement is as relaxing as a cool drink in a porch swing on a summer's day.
In the late 18th century, a bright young man opened his first factory in the village of Burslem, later part of Stoke-on-Trent. It was the fact that this young man was Josiah Wedgwood and his first factory started him on the road to creating some of the most exquisite china ever produced that led Time Team to try and find if anything remained of these early ceramic manufacturing premises.
Ernie Harwell and Paul Carey do the play-by-play for WJR 760, the Great Voice of the Great Lakes. The first13 innings of a 14-inning affair, eventually won by Detroit, 4-2.
Ernie Harwell and Paul Carey's last game together as Tigers broadcasters. Also, the last game played at Baltimore's Memorial Stadium. Plenty of hoopla, tributes, and reminiscences.
Here are some excerpts from Game 3, the first game in Detroit. The A's had some chances but ultimately were shut down by Joe Coleman. Notice the number of empty seats upstairs in center field, and how much more crowded those seats become with each Tigers win.
Ernie Harwell and Paul Carey with the play-by-play. Detroit's Milt Wilcox vs. the Twins' Geoff Zahn on the mound. Settle back and enjoy a lovely summer afternoon in Bloomington, Minnesota, long ago.