
Aviary nickname bestowed upon Detroit Tigers’ pitching prodigy Mark Fidrych, a reference to his resemblance to Sesame Street’s shambling canary, Big Bird. The year was 1976. Disco was gathering steam, the Ford administration was struggling to Whip Inflation Now—or at least before Election Day—and a scrawny kid with an unruly mop of curly blonde hair was captivating stadium crowds with his freewheeling antics. No, it wasn’t Peter Frampton, although he had a pretty good year too. It was Mark Fidrych, a 21-year-old pitching prodigy from Worcester, Massachusetts who seemingly came out of nowhere to win 19 games that year, capturing Rookie of the Year honors. But it was Fidrych’s behavior on the mound, not his contributions to the won-loss ledger, that endeared him to fans from coast to coast. The Bird was a natural showman whose ritualized shtick included talking to the ball before each pitch, getting down on his hands and knees to clean the pitching rubber, and running around the diamond shaking hands with his teammates after a victory. Fidrych later denied that he actually conversed with the baseball (“What I’m really doing is talking out loud to myself, not the ball,” he said. “I’ll tell myself to bring my arm down, things like that.”) However, the very fact that he was talking at all, out there on the mound by himself in front of 30,000 people, was enough to pique the interest of baseball audiences looking for a distraction after years of Vietnam, Watergate, and waning interest in the national pastime. And talking wasn’t all Fidrych did on the pitcher’s mound. Upon getting the news that he had made the Tigers’ big-league roster for 1976, The Bird and his girlfriend reportedly celebrated by having sex on the mound at the team’s spring training complex in Lakeland, Florida. On another occasion, The Bird realized during warm-ups that he forgotten to don his protective cup. Unfazed, he simply pulled down his uniform pants and put it on right there on the mound. 1976 proved to be Fidrych’s only year in the national limelight. He blew out his knee in spring training of the following season and was plagued by multiple arm problems thereafter. He made numerous attempts to return to the game, but years of surgery and painful rehab slowly sapped the Bird’s magic wing of all its power. Fidrych retired in 1982 and settled down on a pig farm in his native Massachusetts, where he earned a living paving driveways and playing semipro ball.