Photo of Detroiter Lamarr Webb, who is the subject of “Forging a Bond With a Beer Vendor at Detroit’s Comerica Park“—the 2nd NYTimes essay by Bill Morris to go along with the Tigers’ drive towards the World Series (I posted about the 1st one here).
It’s Wednesday afternoon. After Tuesday night’s victory, the Tigers own an imposing 3-0 lead in games over the Yankees in the American League Championship Series, and Lamarr Webb and I are sitting in unseasonable sunshine on his front porch on Detroit’s East Side, a few blocks from where he grew up.
Lamarr was born in Detroit in 1984, the year the Tigers last won a World Series. He’s the eldest of 14 children born to a father who didn’t do much of anything and a mother who kept the family together while working as a nurse’s assistant. He’s a Detroiter down to his socks, which means he has taken his share of hits, he knows there’s no such thing as a sure thing, and he isn’t afraid to work.
Assuming the Tigers complete the sweep of the Yankees at Comerica Park later today (or barring that, win tomorrow at Comerica, or this weekend in the Bronx if it comes to that), perhaps we’ll see another one from Morris during the World Series.