You don’t contract Hoot Evers, Schoolboy Rowe, Dizzy Trout or Mark (the Bird) Fidrych. You don’t wipe out a town where Marvin Gaye, Brenda Holloway and Kim Weston cut their Motown hits not terribly far from the wonderful old ballpark at Michigan and Trumbull. Ridicule them now, as you must, but they will be back. It’s in the blood.