Stan the Man, as I remember him.
Growing up in Boston, I was deemed a traitor because I idolized “The Man” from the St. Louis Cardinals, Stan Musial, and not the “Splendid Splinter,” Ted “The Kid” Williams of the Red Sox. When Stan Musial exited Braves Field through the club house door, his taxi was at the curb. A gaggle of pestiferous, autograph seeking kids surrounded him. I assume the cab meter was running.Perhaps apocryphal! Dressed-to-the- nines, he would sign most of our tattered score cards and autograph books for a few minutes and then tell us,” I have to go now “fellas” but I’ll get you next time.” I secured Ted Williams’ autograph on a batting practice ball that I tracked down in the center field bleachers at Fenway but that is another story of youthful good fortune.
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