So long, Bird
The colorful pitcher talked to baseballs, smoothed the mound with his hands and high-fived teammates in the middle of the diamond. He had one terrific season in 1976, and after injuries curtailed his career—just five years in the majors with the Detroit Tigers— he lived and died on his farm in Northborough, Mass., where he enjoyed driving his truck and using it for building projects.
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back in 76 a big crew of us from northboro went down to fenway to root for Fid AGAINST the sox. He gave up homers to yaz and fred lynn. We were going nuts behind the tiger dugout as Fid pitched a complete game win over the sox to go 6-1.
Mark will always be remebered back home not for baseball as much as for being such a great guy, who would help out anyone in need.
Rest in Peace
Mark "Fid" Fydrych
Posted by: bob a | April 16, 2009 11:37 AM
It is shame he blew out his arm, too bad pitchers were not monitored like they are now.
Fid was a treat, too bad the sox didn't sign him, instead the tigers picked him up.
RIP and baseballs around America are wondering who will talk to them now.
Posted by: chrisj | April 17, 2009 2:55 AM