My dad and I went to a game in late September, 1954 in Cleveland Stadium. We always went to Batting Practice and right away I noticed this young Tiger shagging flies and catching flies with the grace I’ve never seen before. Of course it was Kaline. My dad, who was recovering from lung cancer, told me I should be a scout when I grew up. And, of course, Al hit .340 the following year.
One of my all-time favorites. I read on another site that he was one of the very nicest guys in baseball.
This is a shock but God is with Al Kaline and his family. God bless all of you.