Bernie Miklasz on the St. Louis Post-Dispatch's website is doing his list of the five greatest living Cardinals. Today's entry is Lou Brock, and Miklasz gives him a pretty full hagiography (yesterday's was on Red Schoendienst, which was even more in the style of the Lives of the Saints).
It's worth watching.
Anyway, it got me to remembering. True story.
In 1967
my Dad was running the PTA fall dinner for our grade school and had arranged
six months in advance for the Cardinals to send a player to give a talk and
show a movie of the team's highlights for the year.
The team said they would send Lou
Brock.
Months later, Brock led the
Cardinals to the 1967 World Series championship and was the World Series
MVP.
The date for the annual PTA dinner
was 2-3 days after the World Series ended, and Brock had been on Johnny Carson,
the Today show, etc.
My dad frantically
called the team office to see if Brock would still be able to make the
dinner.
He was told not to worry.
Lou would be there.
Now, we lived in South St. Louis County
(Lindbergh High area), and our grade school was basically all white.
My dad told the story for decades
afterwards... Brock showed up, not just on time, but early, gave a terrific
talk, mostly on the value of education, then stayed to sign every autograph and
take every picture that anyone asked him to.
My dad said he finally had to tell everyone to go home so he could let
Brock leave, because otherwise Lou would still be there, signing autographs and
talking with young kids.
The only black
man in a sea of white faces.
And,
remember, this was 1967... the fall after the summer of the Detroit riots,
etc.
I think America has made
tremendous strides in race relations since then (although sometimes the media won't admit
it) and I can't help thinking that men like Brock who were role
models to generations of kids like me had a big hand in that, albeit a quiet hand.
If you were 8 years old in 1967 like me, it
would have been pretty hard not to be in favor of civil rights when you had
posters of Lou Brock and Bob Gibson on your wall, and when the first book you
ever read all the way through was
From Ghetto to Glory.
A very gracious man. And, interestingly enough, a math major in college. You don't see that much among anymore among major leaguers, because they don't necessarily need a fall-back career plan since they're making millions.