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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910804
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Sunday, August 04, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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BIG BOYS DESTROYING OUR FIELD OF DREAMS
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Baseball has always been, at its heart, a little boy's game. So when talking
about baseball -- or in this case, baseball stadiums -- it might help to try
to  think like a little boy.

  As a little  boy, I held my father's hand as we walked into old Connie
Mack Stadium in Philadelphia. The corridors were dark and smelled of meat
grease. People pushed and bumped each other. Then we stepped outside  and I
caught my first glimpse of a real baseball field. It was like a 1,000 volts of
magic. The grass! Lord, the grass seemed to go forever! And the basepaths,
like brown velvet, enough dirt for a whole  desert! The giant scoreboard, the
towering foul poles, players shagging fly balls under a pie-shaped sky. It was
the biggest thing I had ever seen, that stadium. I gripped my father's hand
and beamed.

  So baseball stadiums are important. Because I am not the only one with
this memory. Going to the ballpark is part of life in this country, like
getting your first bike or dancing your first slow dance.  Of course, the
other thing I remember -- and I didn't understand it until years later -- was
parking the car on the streets outside Connie Mack, and a little kid who
approached my father and said: "Watch  your car for a quarter."
  "Watch my car?" my father said. "Why should I pay you to watch my car?"
  "Cause if you don't, my big brother will slash your tires while you're
gone."
  We gave him  the quarter. Here's why: Where you put the stadium is
important. Fear and baseball have never gone well together.
 Playing it safe 
  Which brings us to Detroit, where, although no one wants  to admit it,
fear is playing a big part in baseball's future. The fear that some crack
addict is going to jump from the shadows and take everything you've got has
driven people -- and businesses -- out  of our city. That is a fact. The fear
that such fear will affect customers makes the Tigers want a stadium in the
Briggs area, where parking can be adjacent, a quick, safe walk. The fear that
Detroit  will become a ghost town makes the city want a stadium downtown, in
the theater district, where it could inspire more business.
  And there, as Shakespeare said, is the rub.
  Whose stadium is  it, anyway? It is true that 1) The city -- and Wayne
County -- will pay for the thing, even though Tom Monaghan, the Tigers owner,
is worth about $1 billion and could make the downpayment by selling  a few of
his antiques. 2) When the city and county pay for something, you, the citizen,
pay for it eventually, in the form of higher taxes. 3) The Tigers, even though
someone else is paying for their  stadium, are being adamant about where it
goes, and 4) They can afford to be adamant, because if they're not happy, they
take their team and play someplace else, maybe Ann Arbor, maybe St.
Petersburg.
  This is how cities grow: if you have one area that is vibrant, you build
from it, you spread out, first a theater, then a stadium, then hotels, then --
dare we dream it? -- an actual downtown department  store. 
  But this is how baseball teams make money -- by selling luxury boxes to
rich corporate customers. If those customers must sit in downtown traffic,
search for parking or be afraid to walk  from car to stadium, many won't come.
The Tigers are far more worried about that than whether a dozen new
restaurants open nearby. After all, they say, who anointed us the saviors of
the city?
 It's  still a kid's game 
  Nobody. The truth is, baseball stadiums don't save cities; they never
have. The Metrodome didn't spark Minneapolis; that town was growing already.
Baltimore will not be saved  by its new stadium; it's already a well-run city.
An outdoor stadium, unlike an indoor arena, can't host concerts or
conventions. So 281 days a year it could sit empty. How much local business
will that  boost?
  On the other hand, if it doesn't boost business, why should the city pay
for it? Which leads me to an obvious conclusion: either the theater-district
site (Woodward Avenue) is developed to  establish easy access and lots of
safe, nearby parking, or you let the Tigers go to the suburbs. It won't mean
the death of the city, not unless you consider the current Tiger Stadium the
life of the  city. How is the Briggs site more than a bigger version of what
exists now? You still wouldn't go there for dinner.
  The thing is, I believe a downtown site could be worked out, if both sides
wanted  to do it. But instead, we get politicians making speeches, and Tigers
brass pounding their fists. Threats. Ultimatums. Why? Shouldn't they be
putting their brains together, figuring how to save each  other, how to create
new memories of your first trip to the ballpark?
  Ah. But there I go, thinking like a little boy when it comes to baseball.
And sadly, with the Tigers interested first in making  money, and the city
desperate to save itself from itself, this thing, in the end, may have very
little to do with baseball. Very little indeed.
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