Brought up in near abject poverty in Alabama and grew to be a man of quiet conviction, honor and greatness. Missed playing for the Boston Braves by one year which for Mr. Aaron was a good thing. He was great for baseball at a time when baseball needed greatness. RIP Sir.Somehow, he has been underrated. You can make a compelling argument that he was the best ever.
One of my heroes.
When my dad was posted to New York in the late 1980s and the whole family followed him, I really got into baseball and, like many New Yorkers, the Yankees were my team (although I was a huge fan of the Bulls (why? MJ, of course) instead of the Knicks). The Babe. Lou. Joe. Mickey. Yes. But also Jackie, and above all, Hank.
It damned near broke my heart when Barry hit that 756th homer, and to this day I cannot bring myself to like the man.
RIP, Mr. Aaron, thanks for the memories, and above all, for showing us what it truly means to be a gentleman.