Very sad news regarding the death of Mark “the Bird” Fidrych. Looking at how brief his Baseball career was, one can’t fully appreciate Fidrych’s impact. “The Bird” phenom is hard to understand unless you lived through it.

1976 was a rough year in Metro Detroit. The city was still reeling from the first OPEC Oil Embargo (gas was an unbelievable 60-70 cents per gallon). Inflation was heading to 10 percent, the auto industry had faced it’s first “really big layoff”.

Like Detroit the Tigers were retooling. The champions of ‘68 and ‘72 were mostly gone, a few vets were there for DH duties and unproven rookies swelled the roster. The Tigers were headed for the cellar.

Here comes this exuberant, wacky rookie pitcher. He talked to the baseball, he had his own catcher (Bruce Kimm), he groomed the mound on his hands an knees, he went through all kinds of movements on the mound, he looked like “Big Bird” and oh, yes that unbelievable fast ball. Soon fans flocked to see him pitch. . . in Detroit and EVERYWHERE.

Tiger Stadium was near empty unless “the Bird” was throwing. Then you were lucky to get a ticket. On the Road if ‘the Bird’ “skipped” an opposing series, the opponent complained. You see Fidrych sold out on the road as well. Fans wanted “Rain Checks” if the ‘Bird’ didn’t pitch his turn in the rotation.

For an unbelievable summer no one cared about standings, wins and losses. Only one question mattered “Is ‘Bird’ pitching?”. If the answer was “Yes”, everyone forgot their troubles and turned to baseball. The Tigers would win 74 games, 19 of them went to the Rookie Pitcher.

The Career ended way too soon. Now Mark has left us way too soon.

We’ll miss you Mark.