Growing up in Ann Arbor, Kaline was my boyhood hero. I met him about 15 years ago when I was a guest at Oakland Hills CC, his home course. Everything you read about him is true. Humble, a real gentleman. The world is a lesser place without him.
he was my favorite player growing up and I grew up in the Deep South where we had no teams. Detroit was my favorite team and Kaline was my favorite player. RIP Mister Kaline. I"ll never forget watching you on TV with OLe Diz and Papa Joe Griesedieck!