The father reaches through a fence, holding a camera at arm's length to take a photo of himself and his son. Someday, his son may remember it like the game Jim Marquand saw almost 70 years ago with his dad. I'll never forget seeing the field and the grass for the first time. It was 1930. Concourses jammed An hour before game time, the narrow concourses are jammed.
Ushers encourage fans to take their seats.
Michael Timm stands on the top row of bleachers in right center field looking through a wire fence at the Detroit skyline. At his feet, paint flecks from the stadium wall, revealed pale, pocked plaster and rusted steel. He is wearing a navy Tiger jersey, black dress slacks, black socks and his Sunday dress shoes. I thought the stadium deserved some respect today. Usher Al Kopytko wiggles a screw from a metal bar where an armrest was until it was stolen Sunday.