There are Tigers legends whose names feel like they are written in bold. Ty Cobb. Hank Greenberg. Al Kaline. In a sport where icons loom larger than life, the names immortalized on the outfield walk of Comerica Park are a part of history, a part of the blood of fans. We see it in the statues on the concourse, in the images hanging around the park, in every historical mention of the franchise.
But there are Tigers legends who are quieter, perhaps more of an italics. They are as much a part of the soul of the club, as much responsible for the lore we construct, but they are less frequently mentioned when we talk about our heroes.