As a kid playing sandlot baseball in Detroit, Al Kaline was my favorite player. He had a deadly throwing arm which he used to pick off base-runners who hit singles to him in right field then rounded first base - he’d leisurely field the ball then whip it to the firstbaseman who’d tag out the runner scrambling back to the base. I got his autograph shortly after he made it to the Tigers as a rookie — he was delighted to give it to me. In those days, grandstand tickets in the outfield were 75 cent$ as I recall at Briggs Stadium.
Willie Horton walked out of the park in his uniform and waded into the middle of the riots and stood on a car with a bullhorn begging people to go home.