Some of my greatest friends who grew up in or near Detroit related all these bleacher stories to me when we met as adults in our 30s in Tucson, Arizona, and I was so envious and to this day remain envious. They told me stories about going to a bar in Corktown and seeing Tram nurse a single beer for two hours after a game.
All these guys had a sort of “attitude“ which I guess is perhaps indigenous to the city. Maybe it was just contingent to them or to the time in place I don’t know. All of them also while we lived in Tucson, appeared in the movie filmed in Tucson called “the revenge of the nerds“ and there’s a scene where a reference is made to “alumni nerds“ and as the camera focuses in on my pals the theater crowd erupted in spontaneous laughter because they were an odd looking bunch. One of them died of a massive heart attack when he was only 50 — and fittingly — watching the baseball game. What a way to go.