Season opener in
Detroit today, and it looks like the weatherman is going to put his blessing on
it. The sun’s shining, it’s warm…well…warmer than it’s been for a while in SE
Michigan, and I can almost smell the dogs grilling…the mustard ready to tingle
my nose. Phones are ringing in every business as folks are calling in sick so
they can attend. Detroit takes its baseball very serious, folks, always has.
I remember my
scrapbook as a ten-year old. Must have been at least two inches thick, filled
with the stats and newspaper articles on Stormin’ Norman Cash and Al Kaline,
two of my favorites (I was SUCH a tomboy). I could quote the stats of each
member of the team. Could tell you how Kaline reached beyond himself for an
impossible catch that broke his collarbone, but won the pennant for us in 1962.
He wasn’t thinking of how much he might be hurt; he was thinking of the game,
the team, the win.
In 1970, Kaline
turned down a raise with the Tigers. Turned down a raise? That’s right. After
17 years with Detroit, “Mr. Tiger” said his batting average was lower than
usual and he didn’t feel he deserved it. His entire career, 22 years, was with
Detroit, and he brought much more than merely great baseball. He taught us
ethics outside the classroom. And, I might add, without steroids. But that’s a
whole ‘nuther post.
How many of us can
say that we have that kind of honor? As writers we want the big advances, big
contracts, big publishers. But so often, as with plenty of athletes, I would
assume, we don’t want to do the work. We want the easy life, the way to make a
boatload of money without reaching beyond our ability. But as Kaline showed us,
there is no victory without hard work.
Yes, the Tigers open
today, and I’ll have a bunch of submissions in my inbox anxious for me to give the
authors the stamp of approval. Will I find any Kalines in there? Or will the
authors not have done their homework and strike out?
Go Tigers!
Smell those peanuts?