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June 25, 1974 - Image 6

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Michigan Daily, 1974-06-25

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THE MICHIGAN DAILY Tuesday, June 25, 1974

With the promise of a free
meal and childhood memories of
field trips to White Sox's Sta-
dium, fellow nhotographer Tom
Gottlieb and I, on a rainy Sun-
day afternoon, headed towards
Detroit. Our destination: Tiger
Stadium. Our assignment: a pic-
torial feature with a nice family
theme, "A day at Tiger Sta-
Neither of us knew the way,
but several map readings at red
stop lights finally got us into
Tiger territory.
PARKING LOT hawkers lined
Michigan Avenue like call girls
on a busy night. Each waved
his little flag vigorously, trying
to entice a customer into his
space. Two dollars a space,
summer rates. During football
season, it's three.
"That's n o t h i n g," Gottlieb
sneered. "In Chicago after you
park your car, this sneaky-eyed
brat approaches you with 'one
dollar for insurance, mister.' "
We headed for Gate 3, where
our passes would be.
"THOMAS, Thomas Gottlieb.
Yeah, your passes were here
yesterday. Why didn't you pick
them up . . . it don't matter
to me what your problem is.

You ask for a weekend pass,
you up pick it upon Friday."
"We didn't ask for a weekend
pass, the sports person . . ."
"Never mind. Talk to Mr.
Middlesworth, he's in th e
THE OPESE gray uniformed
gard eyed us suspiciously
Gottlieb was wearing two
cameras and his black bag and
carrying a tripod with spikes
protruding from its legs. I had
my one camera, my black bag
and 400 mm lens which could
pass for a miniature M16.
"The Michigan Daily you
said? He expecting you?'
"Well sort of," Gottlieb said
in the cocky manner typical of
Thomas Gottlieb.
"NOT SORT of!" The guard
was annoyed. "Mr. Middles-
worth is a busy man."
An attempt was made to ex-
plain the situation.
"Mr. Middlesworth is a man
of his word. He kept his end of
the bargain. You broke yours."
I expected two thugs to crash
in at that moment to teach Mr.
Gottlieb and me a lesson.
FINALLY, after a brief spat.
we had confused the issue
enough that the guard called
and our passes were on their
The man in the cage thrust
out one blue envelope. "One
pass here for Mr. Thomas Gott-
lieb and one, of the Michigan
"THERE'S supposed to be
two passes."
"There is one pass here for
Mr. Thomas Gottlieb and one."
With no other alternative, we
took the pass.
"IT DOES wonders for a per-
son's ego," I cynically let drop,
"to be referred to as 'and
one.' "
"Just stay close," Tom said
Our free meal was also re-
moved from our grasp. Mr.
Middlesworth m o s t carefully
crossed the Hospitality room off
our pass.
"WELL, THERE goes our
corn beef sandwich," Gottlieb
During pre-game, we stalked
the field to catch the fans from
the inside out. Sharon, a good-
looking Tiger, was signing auto-
graphs, since it was his turn to
face the fans. "Sweet 16" girls
from Grosse Pointe fluttered
about him, hoping to catch a
smile. "Sharon! Remember me?
Will you sign my book?"

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