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Monday, 04 February 2013

A True Role Model

In the past two or three weeks, there has been an uptick in the number of stories being submitted for this blog. This is a good thing. We like more stories. But it also means that you may have a longer wait than in the recent past to see yours posted here.

I choose them more or less in the order received so please be patient and as always, I will let you know via email a few days before they are published.

By Richard J. Klade of Gabby Geezer

My admiration for anyone resembling a sports idol dropped to near zero when Lance Armstrong, that “clean-cut American boy” with the heroic sounding name, admitted his international cycling victories were aided by more than tailwinds.

He told the world on national TV that he depended on numerous infusions of performance-enhancing drugs. And he didn’t seem especially contrite when he confessed.

But then along came news of the death of a sports star worthy of admiration. “Stan the Man” died at 92. He was nothing like “da man,” a title bestowed nowadays on all sorts of people. He was the real thing - Stan the Man Musial, one of the finest baseball players in the history of the game and probably one of the finest men in the history of anything.

As a boy, I had many baseball heroes. Before the Braves moved from Boston to win the hearts of Wisconsinites, the Chicago White Sox were “my” team. I cheered for Minnie Minoso, Billy Pierce, and Luke Appling while listening to radio broadcasts of Sox games.

Like many other kids, however, I followed all aspects of major league baseball to some extent and had multiple heroes. When Dad gave me my first catcher’s mitt, a nearly worn out hand-me-down, I carefully wrote on the back of the glove the names of the first-string catchers playing for all teams in the big leagues.

I didn’t know a lot of details about Stan Musial at the time. I did know that he was a terrific hitter for the St. Louis Cardinals. The Cards had a radio network in the Midwest. Several of my friends who were St. Louis fans listened to games whenever they could and I often was present when they did.

The Cardinals won a lot of games and their zany announcer, “Dizzy” Dean, would break into a spirited rendition of The Wabash Cannonball when a St. Louis victory seemed assured.

The usually irrepressible Dean played it straight when Musial grabbed a bat in a crucial situation. He simply announced with a tinge of awe in his voice, “And Stan the Man is coming to the plate.”

As I recall, Dean never offered up any funny stories involving Musial as he frequently did for other players.

Other baseball experts seemed to talk about Musial with a measure of respect that went a bit beyond what might usually be accorded a man with superior athletic ability. I didn’t understand why, although at the time, I heard parts of those Cardinal game broadcasts and regularly read the Chicago Tribune for sports news.

Now, reading a sampling of the many tributes issued after Musial’s death, I think I get it.

Unlike today’s “heroes,” some of whom have more penalties for bad behavior than awards for achievement, Musial played for 22 years without so much as berating an umpire. In all that time, he never was ejected from a game. When The Man retired, the commissioner of baseball referred to him as “baseball’s perfect warrior, baseball’s perfect knight.”

Unlike some of today’s athletes who move in and out of “meaningful relationships” with the ease of Hollywood stars, Musial married his high school sweetheart and stayed with her for 71 years.

Unlike today’s prima donnas who refuse to give a helping hand to younger players, Musial was known to go to great lengths to make rookies feel comfortable in St. Louis.

When it was unpopular to do so, he welcomed the first black player, Jackie Robinson, to the major leagues and pleaded with fellow white players to accept other blacks.

Musial’s good will apparently was returned. Willie Mays, a black super-star, was quoted by the Associated Press as saying, “I never heard anybody say a bad word about him.”

Unlike today’s jocks who seem intent on setting world records for being arrested after drunken brawls outside night clubs, Musial was a model of decorum off the field as well as on. Asked about keys to success, he advised walking a mile every day for exercise and getting eight hours of sleep every night.

Another super-star during Musial’s career, Ted Williams, refused to tip his cap to fans after hitting home runs and had a reputation for other self-centered and arrogant behavior. Musial signed autographs for everyone, everywhere. When demands on his time became excessive in later years, he carried a supply of pre-signed baseball cards so he could give one to any admirer who approached him.

After Musial retired from baseball, the son of a steelworker built a business empire. That might have been enough activity for many, but The Man found time to chair the president’s Council on Physical Fitness and Sports for three years. He also contributed time and money to many causes, including the USO, the Senior Olympics, and the Boy Scouts.

Despite his successes, people who knew The Man well said he had a sort of “down home” manner about him. He carried a harmonica and often played The Wabash Cannonball, perhaps inspired by the antics of Dizzy Dean.

Musial also did harmonica performances of Take Me Out to the Ball Game at a number of baseball ceremonies including opening day events in St. Louis after his playing career had ended.

Musial was named to the league All-Star Team during every one of his 22 years as a player. If there is an All-Star team for role models, he should be on it as the Most Valuable Player.

R.I.P. Stan the Man Musial. If I ever grow up, I want to be like you.

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Perfect tribute to good guy..you hit all the highlights of a great career,but also caught his human side too..

Your story is a good reminder to us of days that used to be, especially in sports. Our athletes today should pattern themselves after Stan The Man. Thanks.

Great article Richard. I often think of Stan and the other heroes of my youth, and I cringe when I see the antics of some of these hot shot "stars." Thanks for posting this.

One might think you did a lot of research to write this tribute, but the way it reads is like you wrote it right off the cuff. That makes it all the more appreciated by me. I picture you talking to a grandson you just gave a glove to for Christmas.

I do so enjoy your careful and precise language. Your writing is so good that I enjoy it just for itself even when the topic is sports--something I've never known anything at all about. I did grow up in southern Illinois and was very familiar with the Stan Musial name. Glad to know he remained a good upright person in spite of his fame.

Awww . . . Lyn. I can keep going for about a week on a compliment like that. Thanks so much.

It is so refreshing to see someone like Stan the Man out there. I get tired of the athlete's egos and antics degrading their sport, and their bad behavior as a "model" for children. It's so frustrating. I wish my son could read this. It might give him something to think about.

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