Starting
Point Gifts that go beyond passing fame
By JOHN McCARTHY
It was a sweet and memorable moment
when Luis Gonzalez hit that ninth inning, bases-loaded single to win the World
Series for the Arizona Diamondbacks. As he leaped and high-jumped his way
toward first base in a burst of glee that spread to the whole stadium, I
thought back to the fall of 1987 when I was a teammate of Gonzalez.
We were college ballplayers at the University of South Alabama in
Mobile, with home games played at Eddie Stanky Field. Calling myself a teammate
is something of a stretch. I was a freshman walk-on, one of four redshirts.
Gonzalez was a third year All-American player hotly pursued by big league
scouts.
As a lowly scrub, I didnt play an inning that year. My role
was to drag the infield before games, shag baseballs hit over the outfield
fence during batting practice and clear the bleachers of peanut shells and beer
cans after the games. It was baseballs boot camp.
Nearly all the first-string players were indifferent to us
redshirts. But not Luis Gonzalez. In the same way he went to bat to lead the
team in hits, he went to bat for us lowlies. Quietly, he provided us with
proper practice uniforms and he gave an occasional pat on the back that the
scrubs thrived on. He encouraged us to practice hard and be patient for our
turn at bat next season. He also secured for us rooms in the baseball dorm.
For Gonzalez, there was no caste system. Once at a team
get-together, he said that baseball players should be part of the community,
especially by reaching out to children. He asked for volunteers to make weekly
visits to local schools to tutor and give talks on clean living, sportsmanship
and pursuing dreams.
Lou chose two of us, both loquacious, to join him -- Mike
Mordecai, now in the major leagues and who won a World Series ring with the
Atlanta Braves, and myself. On trips into the poor neighborhoods of Mobile --
including W.H. Council Elementary School, which Satchel Paige and Hank Aaron
both attended -- I came to know Gonzalez well. He had a genuinely caring heart,
a ferocious desire for community service and a humility that made him
other-centered, not self-centered. The school visits were as important to him
as the Division I games in which he starred.
At the end of the year, Gonzalez signed with the Houston Astros.
Several others on the team eventually went to the majors, and a dozen or so,
including me, later lucked out and made it to the minors.
When sportswriters say that Gonzalez is one of baseballs
real articles, I know that at least they have that right. In the enclosed
self-consumed world of big-money baseball -- too often peopled by pampered,
one-dimensional athletes with oceanic egos and whose emotional development was
arrested in early adolescence -- Gonzalez is in a league of his own. He is well
regarded among big league clubhouse attendants for his generosity and
thoughtfulness. That he happened to hit a Series-winning hit is a moment of
passing fame. What he does when no fans are cheering and few are watching --
the graciousness I saw up close over a decade ago -- is his true and lasting
contribution.
John McCarthy directs Elementary Baseball and Home Run Baseball
Camp in Washington, and coaches a training program in the Dominican
Republic.
National Catholic Reporter, November 23,
2001
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