There, amidst static and fading frequencies, you can hear Ernie Harwell and Paul Carey--the best broadcasters in the world, bar none--singing out the play by play as Morris racks up yet another win.
Or describing the raindrops, as they did tonight (The game, as of 10:10 p.m., is officially rained out, and will be played tomorrow afternoon.)
More often than not, when WJR fades, the old Panasonic picks up the Chicago games, or Milwaukee, or even Atlanta. Not to mention the hated Red Sox.
But when I can, I listen to Ernie and Paul, describing in sweet tones that sweetest of all double play combos, Alan Trammell and "Sweet Lou" Whitaker. Or Kirk Gibson, cracking a massive home run to straight-away center.
And I know, that this year is different.
Forget the strike. Forget the split season. For a hungry city like Detroit, this team is for real. Forget about next year. The time is now.