That’s what Mr. Rolen told his teenage son, who was doubting his ability to score on the basketball court but who also admitted that he could hustle, play strong defense, work harder… Simple words Scott credits with motivating him thoughout his subsequent professional MLB career. Touching speech.
My little Rolen bobblehead, already meaningful to me because Older Daughter gifted it many years ago, now means even more.
And, I’m now itching to get back to Cooperstown. We were there in 2001, just before 9/11. Younger Daughter doesn’t recall begging, in one of the shops on Main Street, for a stuffed bear called Edmonds. (The bear was named for Pujols’ and Rolen’s MV3 teammate Jim, who might get into the Hall for his stellar centerfield play—one in particular—not, though, for his broadcasting. Sorry, Edmonds.)
I’ll plan to go again in ‘27, right after retiring from academia. That should be Albert’s (and Yadi’s?) induction year. What a lovely intro Albert gave Scott yesterday. There should be a wing devoted to good guys… and another for Pete Rose and the steroids stars.
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