David Mitchell
I sent this email to a bunch of guys, including some on this Forum. So forgive me the repetion guys (you know who you are). And apologies for the repeated theme them here on the Forum, but I enjoyed Peggy's Story so much I thought this would fit in with the some fun memories from back in the day.
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Baseball.
Hank Aaron was one of my all-time favorite players. I was a teenager in Columbus Ohio in the 60’s and crazy about baseball. The first time I got my own ball glove (about age 7 as I recall) I actually took it to bed with me.
I watched the “Game of the Week” every Saturday on TV with Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reece announcing.
I had a favorite player - Ernie Banks of the Cubs. But I also loved Hank Aaron.
And I loved and Mickey Mantle and Willy Mays, and Harmon Killebrew, and Rocky Colavito.
And I LOVED watching great pitchers, so I worshipped Sandy Koufax and Bob Gibsen.
I got to see Hank Aaron play twice, once in Milwaukee and once in Atlanta. When I saw him in Milwaukee, they played the Cubs, so I was getting to watch Ernie Banks play against Hank Aaron in the same game.
It doesn't’ get much better than that!
(Well, watching Herb Score pitch for Cleveland against Whitey Ford (Yankees) - in my first ever big league game - with John Jackson - comes close.)
In Columbus we had a minor league team, the Columbus Jets, AAA farm club for the Pittsburgh Pirates. And back then they played in an old stadium in an old industrial part of town. The stadium was known as - - wait for it - - “Jet Stadium”.
(It had once been “Redbird Stadium" and later became “Clippers” Stadium named for each of the team franchises). The Clippers were the last one in the old stadium when later we became Yankees AAA club, so George Steinbrenner would show up from time to time - occasionally un-escorted and un-announced - to watch the younger guys play.
I have a fun memory of one Sunday afternoon game at Jet Stadium. My Dad took me out to see a game and we had seats way down the first base line, out in shallow right field. I wanna say it was against the Rochester “Red Birds” (with a young chubby red-head first-baseman named “Boog Powell).
I was telling Dad about this new rookie right-fielder standing not far out in front of us. He was a big barrel-chested Black guy who had just come up from Asheville in the AA league. He was going to be a good one I told Dad. The sports newspapers said he was so promising that “he might not last the summer in Columbus - on his way up to Pittsburgh”.
The first hitter for Rochester hit a routine fly ball out our way and this new kid only needed to take a few steps before he could simply camp under the ball - which he did - and the ball popped into, and right out of the center of his glove. Error - man on base.
The next hitter hit an almost identical fly ball and we watched the ”new kid” stand under it and let it hit the center of his glove. Any yes, dropped it - again!
So Dad turns two me and says, “Your’e right. I don’t think he will “last the summer here in Columbus."
In fact he didn’t. But not as Dad had predicted. By mid-summer he had been “called up” to Pittsburg, where he stayed for about 18 years.
Oh by the way, the kid’s name was Willy Stargell.
As we look back on Hank Aaron’s carreer. It brings a certain fond memory. But it was his character in the face of all that racist hatred that makes him so much greater than just a magnificent baseball player.
We’ve come through a year that makes his challenged life stand out as reminder of how broken and backward we are as a nation. And how much we need God’s healing Grace.
Don’t ya wish we had a million 'Hammerin’ Henrys’?
But we only got one - so maybe our Creator is asking each of us to ”pitch in”.
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