There Is Crying In Baseball

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I received an interesting email the other day from a guy who said he gets misty eyed every time he reads something about the death of Ernie Harwell or sees a tribute played on television.

He wanted to know if it was unusual and if his man’s card should be pulled because he is showing emotion toward a man he never met.

That is an easy question to answer.

Yes, it is OK for every man, woman and child to cry over the death of the former Tigers broadcaster. I tried to explain to the man that he was not mourning a stranger. Ernie Harwell was part of everyone’s extended family. It is OK to cry for a relative.

Ernie Harwell made it to every family picnic. I can’t tell you how many times we went to Belle Isle and listened to Harwell broadcast games in stereo. He was at our picnic table along with eight or nine others within listening distance.

How many times did Harwell sit on your front porch while you mowed the lawn or relaxed watching the stars sipping on a lemonade or beer?

How many times did Harwell come along for the drive up north? You packed the kids in the back, the wife up front and who was right there sitting shot gun? It was Ernie Harwell calling a Tigers victory over the Cleveland Indians.

How many times were you traveling home through Illinois, Indiana or Ohio and the thundering voice of Harwell guided you back home?

He was Detroit. He was the Tigers. He was the state of Michigan and Ernie Harwell was extended family.

So no matter who you are it is OK to ignore the “There’s no crying in baseball” motto and shed a tear for good ol’ Ernie Harwell.

But also remember to celebrate his wonderful life and share a laugh and a smile also.

  • Mike

    I could never understand why some people get so emotional over the death of a celebrity; that is until now. Even though he would never admit to being “a celebrity”, Ernie was so much more than that. The ability he had to make such a personal connection with so many people will never be duplicated.

    Ernie is the poster child for being able to take something you’re passionate about, make a career out of it, and have that passion benefit millions of people. We all benefited from the life Ernie chose to live by the joy he brought us. A joy obvious in the number of tears we’ve shead.

    The thing that separates Ernie from all of the other announcers past and present is his true love of the game; a love greater than that of most players. Seems like announcers today show up, do their schtick, and go home until the next game. Ernie lived and breathed his passion for baseball every day of his life and rattled off it’s history like he wrote it.

    Ernie, we love you, we miss you, and we are honored as men, women, and fans to cry for you. Lo, the winter in our hearts will never pass.

  • Mike S.

    As I read this article I couldn’t help but get choke up for the wonderful memories of listening to Ernie. But I think what gets to me are the fond memories of people like my Dad and Brother in Law who would have the game on in the garage and I would head straight for the garage because the game wasn’t on in the house. Maybe I’m babbling on right now but those are my fondest memories of listening to Ernie in that hot summer sun!

    Mike S.

  • Bob

    Tiger management should have Comerica’s sound system play Ernie’s “LONG GONE” and show the words on the big screen whenever a Tiger hits a home run! Keep the voice alive!

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