If
you're not a Cal Ripken, Jr. fan then you're not a Lou Gehrig fan, or
a Willie Mays fan, or a Ted Williams fan - well, basically - you're not
a baseball fan.
Those of you who read
my column often, know I am a numbers guy. Here's one. Baseball-reference.com
(a really good site for all you stat rats) has a system for determining
a player's Hall of Fame potential. Achieving a "score" of 100 or better
will likely put a player in the Hall of Fame. Cal's "score" is 253. 'Nuff
said.
If Cal comes to your
city to play your team this year, go. You'll be watching a future Hall
of Famer.
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I recently attended
my niece's elementary school graduation. A four hundred seat auditorium,
no air conditioning, and fifty-five minutes of music awards. You couldn't
breathe the air, but sipping it through a straw was not out of the realm
of possibility.
As heat prostration
set in, a young lady was called to the stage to receive an award. It turns
out this fifth grader had not missed one day of school all year. It gets
better… she had not missed a single day of school since kindergarten!
Remind you of anybody?
I think Cal's consecutive
game record is amazing. (I thought Lou Gehrig's consecutive game record
was amazing).
My friend's father
retired from the post office having accumulated over two hundred sick
days - I thought that was amazing.
I can't imagine hitting
seventy home runs in a season, or seven hundred and fifty-five in a career
or throwing seven no-hitters, but I know what it's like to grab my lunch
pail, kiss the wife and kids and go to work every day.
That's what Cal did.
He did it for fifteen years. No sick days, no excuses.
Forget about the eighteen
All-Star appearances. Forget about the American League Rookie of the Year
award in 1982 and the MVP awards in 1983 and 1991. Cal's legacy is his
sense of duty. Good things happen to good people who work hard. Good things
have happened to Cal Ripken, Jr.
Mark McGuire and Sammy
Sosa will send a chill up your kid's spine when they launch a baseball
five hundred feet for a home run. Cal Ripken, Jr. will teach your kids
a lesson. Get a job, do it well, and show up for work every day.
There isn't a man
or woman in this country that cannot relate to that. I must admit, I have,
during my career(s), called in sick - from the golf course! Cal puts me
to shame.
Who among us hasn't
put a handkerchief over the phone to cough through a "sick call" to a
supervisor in order to do something fun on a work day.
Granted, to us sportsfans,
baseball isn't really work. But, at a time when a hangnail can put a player
on the DL for fifteen days or more, Cal, my friend's father the postal
worker and the fifth grader that has never missed a school day, deserve
our applause.
It's a safe bet the
Orioles won't be going to the post season (again) this year, so Cal will
be playing his last game at Yankee Stadium at the end of September. I
hope the fans in the stands appreciate being a part of his farewell and
give him his due.
As a sportsfan, I
wish I could be there.
Maybe I'll make it
to Cooperstown in five years.
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