It was the summer of 1963, Musial’s last year as a professional baseball player. My older brother, Mark, and I stood there in our coats and ties, blinking from the photo flash that captured more than our smiles alongside a baseball luminary: Musial’s taller figure leaned slightly forward over Mark and me, as if he were gracefully bestowing a measure of his greatness on us. My dad had made reservations for us to eat at Stan Musial and Biggies Restaurant in St. And legends live on, influencing those who come behind them, inspiring new acts of courage and goodness.Įven now I can feel his left hand gently resting on the back of my neck, as if he had anointed me for something beyond myself, a budding 7 year boy with a field of dreams. But “Stan the Man” Musial was more than a hero he was and remains a legend.
Follow your heart, kid, and you’ll never go wrong.”Ī great American legend, and one of my heroes, was buried last week. “Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.
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