The boys of summer of the formative years are leaving us quickly this past year. When many of us lived and breathed baseball, before video games, hundreds of cable tv channels and text messages. When a trip to the ballpark was something special. Arrive early. When you stepped out of the runway and gazed over the glorious expanse of green. When on some warm summer days if the breeze was blowing in your direction, you could smell the freshly cut grass. Where you could see some of the greatest players ever to play the game warming up playing soft catch an hour before game time. Clemente, Mays, McCovey, Stargell, Aaron, Brock, Santo, etc. When you could buy a scorecard for 25 or 50 cents, and diligently record for history every play with a two inch nub of a pencil. Gosh, our youth is dying.
Two things come to mind. I visited the HOF in Cooperstown on a dad/son trip about a dozen years ago. Inside you can usually find some fan who will completely understand what I wrote above. I had this 5 minute conversation with a fan at the Aarron Exhibit (he had 1/2 a room chronicalling the chase for Ruth and the racism he encountered). We chatted how at the time, the threats were more of a sidebar to the historic event of closing in on shattering what was thought to be an unbreakable career record. 714 60, 61 all have incredible importance to baseball fans. We agreed that despite the enormous achievement, Mays was so much better that it wasn't fair to compare the two.
The second was a trip in summer of 2019 for a friend's reunion in Syracuse. We went to a Syracuse Mets game, and a 30ish man seated directly in front of me was diligently keeping score of the game, replete with a zip lock bag filled with colored markers, each I am certain with a color coded purpose on the scorecard. Flip back 50 years, and as nerdy as the guy seemed, I admired his adherance to a long forgotten tradition.
Aaron's passing floods my mind with all of that. I had the distinct pleasure of hearing Willie Mays in person ramble on from the podium in San Francisco on Barry Bonds day. I thought of how I was perhaps the only person in the park that day that was also present at Shea for Willie Mays night in September, 1973, when he uttered the famous words (for fans at least), "Willie, it's time to say Goodbye to America".
Goodbye, Mr. Aaron. Somewhere in a shoebox, I still have your baseball cards, one of the last vestiges of the boy that never quite leaves a man. Outstanding Post, Beast .. Aaron and the others played in the time where Bsseball was the American Game as Pro Football had not yet achieved its current status .. Mays was a compelling figure on the Diamond for sure . He had a flair , Charisma that perhaps wasn't as pronounced in Aaron . Then , too we as New Yorkers didn't see Hank as often as we saw Willie, Mickey and the Duke . But , for those fans that saw Henry play , I don't think they would rate one over the other , Mays over Aaron ? Pretty much a toss up . Hank had speed and was a excellent Right Fielder a position that just doesn't get the action or flair that Centre Field does . One over the other ? It's a great question to discuss , for sure .