By Michael Ceraolo
Henry Aaron
I was too new to argue when a Braves PR guy decided to call me Hank; everyone who knew me called me Henry From what I've heard of Babe Ruth, he would have congratulated me for breaking his record, just as I later congratulated Barry Bonds But in April 1974 the baseball establishment didn't feel that way: the Commissioner elected to attend a dinner rather than see me maybe break the record The baseball establishment did change, slowly, otherwise I wouldn't have been a part of it after my playing career was finished
Eddie Mathews
In hockey I would have been called the enforcer: anybody who wanted to get at a teammate had to go through me first And that applied off the field too: I got into many a bar fight defending Henry from 'fans' insults And I would do it again, though maybe I wouldn't drink so much this time
Dick Allen
I wasn't perfect, and like everyone who isn't perfect I brought some of it on myself But you know bigotry was involved: I got in a fight with Frank Thomas, he hit me with a bat, and I was the bad guy? And my wanting to be myself, to let my bat do the talking for me, would no doubt have been viewed differently by the opinion-makers I want to end by amending one of the things I was quoted as saying: if a horse won't eat it, no one should play baseball on it
Peter Seitz
In the Hunter case I had trouble keeping a straight face when Finley, who made millions in insurance, said he didn't understand how to make a payment to an insurance company, which wouldn't have mattered even if true; it was a clear breach of the contract And in Messersmith-McNally, it was equally clear one year meant one year, not in perpetuity And so the owners exercised their right to fire me as independent arbitrator, not giving me a 'third strike'
Michael Ceraolo is a 64-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had two full-length books (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press; 500 Cleveland Haiku, from Writing Knights Press) published, and has two more in the publication pipeline.
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