Buck O’Neil: Baseball Hall of Fame Speech

Wow! An amazing speech by an amazing man – Buck O’Neil. I heard it this morning for the first time.

The context only adds to it’s poignancy. In 2006 The Baseball Hall of Fame, in Cooperstown NY, admitted, for the first time, former Negro League players. 17 players were selected – but O’Neil, who was unquestionably qualified for the Hall, was not among those 17. (He missed the cut by 1 vote.) Instead, he was asked to offer the Induction speech. It exudes graciousness and wisdom. There is not one note of resentment or bitterness in O’Neil’s speech or tone. This makes his message even more powerful. (O’Neil was finally admitted to the HOF in 2021 – 15 years after his death.)

Take a moment to watch. (Run Time: 7minutes)

Black Diamonds

I have long been intrigued by baseball’s old Negro Leagues. Like many other baseball fans, I have long wondered how the greats like Josh Gibson, or Satchel Paige in his prime, would have stacked up with the legends of Major League Baseball. Scant opportunities through exhibition games suggest they would have more than held there own.

For some months now, I have enjoyed listening to the podcast Black Diamonds, hosted by Bob Kendrick, historian and president of the Negro League Baseball Museum, in Kansas City. Kendrick not only winsomely recounts the history of Negro League baseball, but he offers a peek into the personalities of those who played, and those who played important roles behind the scenes. I have long been familiar with some of the more well known players from the Negro Leagues era – Josh Gibson, Satchel Paige, Jackie Robinson, etc. But through Kendricks’ storytelling and interviews, I now feel as if I have met some of the greats – guys like Oscar Charleston, Leon Day, Martin Dihigo, etc. – who paved the way for the many who came along after them.

Worth the listen for any fan of baseball or student of 20th Century American history.

Link: Black Diamonds

A Season of Miracles

Check out the trailer for a soon-to-be-released movie, taken from a novel written by my good friend, Rusty Whitener.

The book and movie are titled A Season of Miracles.  Set in the early 1970’s Deep South, A Season of Miracles in an engaging, feel good story, about baseball, autism, coming of age, faith, and baseball. 

I read the book when it first came out a couple years ago, and recommended it to a number of others.  Now I am looking forward to seeing the story come to life in movie form.

McGwire Got the “Point”

So Mark McGwire has admitted to using steroids during his playing days.  No! You don’t say?!  Next someone will tell me that O.J. Simpson was not a Ward Cleaver-like husband.  What would be next after that?

Actually I am glad McGwire finally came clean.  But I don’t think I believe he has offered complete disclosure. For instance:

I am not sure I can buy as fact that his sole motive was the medicinal value.  McGwire stated that he began using steroids during a stint on the DL, hoping that they would help him recover more quickly. Ostensibly he continued to use them both to recover from the nicks and pains of the long seasons and as a preventative measure against further injuries. 

Even if that was the initial motive, Mark, at no time during usage did you ever consider the competitive advantages?  PLEASE!

Secondly, when asked if he thought he would have hit the requisite number of homers to break Roger Maris’ single season record had he not been on steroids, McGwire offered a lame, indefinite response. In effect, he said: “I had good seasons and bad seasons when I used steroids. I had good seasons and bad seasons when I did not use steroids.” 

One way to measure the effect, Mark, might be to take your 3 best HR seasons into consideration, and tell us if you were on the juice during those seasons.  If the answer is “Yes”, then I think you might safely surmise that your performance was supplemented.

My questions aside, I am glad McGwire has made the admission.  He has apparently got the point (needle pun intended) that American sports fans are often more willing to overlook the indiscretions of those they believe are forthcoming.  Maybe Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens will soon follow. 

Now, go ahead, put McGwire in the Hall of Fame. Let’s put this all behind us and move on.

There is a real sense I am not sure I care that he was on steroids. At least not from a baseball standpoint.  The fact is, while people talk about his “cheating”, there was no rule against using steroids in Major League Baseball

I am not being soft on steroids. I am glad that professional sports are cracking down on these synthetic performance enhancers.  But, in short, if he didn’t break the rules, he should not be excluded from the fraternity. 

While it is questionable that he would have had HOF numbers apart from the drugs, let’s get real: It is a Hall of FAME, not sacred post. And few players have ever been as famous for their play – legal play, mind you – as McGwire was during the late ’90’s.

If someone needs to be hung in effigy, it seems to me it ought to be Baseball Commish Bud Selig.  He knew full well what was going on around the league, but chose to look the other way AND keep the performance enhancers legal. And more recently he has violated promised immunity to players who willingly submitted to drug tests so that MLB could ascertain the extent of the steroid epidemic. 

Selig is the snake. 

McGwire and the other players were just stupid.

Prayer at the Plate

The World Series begins tonight, and I’ve been thinking about prayer. What do those things have in common?  Perhaps not much. But consider:

We all like home runs. We like to watch them. And if we are playing, we like to hit them.  But if a player goes to the plate trying to hit a home run with every swing, he will usually strike out and end up on the bench.  Effectiveness is found in making contact, and usually hitting a lot of singles that add up to runs.  

I think this is where baseball and prayer might connect. 

In prayer we also like the home runs – those things that are so amazing that we stand in awe when we see God at work and our prayers answered.  Even if we are not the one who offered the prayer, we like to watch and hear stories of others who had prayers answered in a BIG way.  We seem to admire those who are gifted for prayer, and may even be a little envious.  But the fact is, when we pray most of the time we will not hit homers.  Many times the situation does not even call for it. Yet faithful singles add up.  If we understand this we are less prone to get frustrated or disappointed.  And occasionally a surge of power will amaze us.

By the way: Go Phillies!!