The first Spring Training I covered from start to finish was in 2007. The Tigers were coming off their first American League pennant in more than two decades, my home state had fallen madly in love with baseball again, and I was a lucky 24-year-old sportswriter for the Detroit Free Press.
Curtis Granderson was the hub of that team, in ability and character. As a graceful center fielder, explosive leadoff hitter and thrilling baserunner, his on-field presence was unmistakable. He was the clubhouse's conscience, too, exuding purpose and positivity from the moment he arrived at Joker Marchant Stadium each day.