Hall of Famer
1934-2021
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BY HOWARD BRYANT
Senior Writer
ESPN
Henry Aaron, who rose up from the depths of Southern poverty to become one of the towering figures in baseball history as well as a bittersweet symbol of both American racial intolerance and triumph, has died. He was 86.
When he retired in 1976 after a 23-year major league career with the National League Braves (spending 1954 to 1965 in Milwaukee, 1966-74 in Atlanta) before playing his final two seasons with the American League Milwaukee Brewers, Aaron had amassed staggering offensive numbers, holding the career records for most home runs (755), RBIs (2,297), total bases (6,856), games played (3,298), at-bats (12,364) and plate appearances (13,941). He was second behind Ty Cobb in hits (3,771), though he held the NL record.
He is still the career leader in total bases and RBIs and is third in hits behind Pete Rose and Cobb. He was the first player in baseball history to amass 500 career home runs and 3,000 hits and the last player in history to be promoted from the Negro Leagues to the major leagues. Aaron appeared in a record 24 All-Star Games, won batting titles in 1956 and 1959, led the league in home runs four times, was named National League MVP in 1957, and twice appeared in the World Series, winning the title in 1957 when the Braves beat the New York Yankees in seven games.
Aaron was a magnificent player whose career paralleled more charismatic, spectacular players such as Willie Mays and Mickey Mantle, whose brilliance often overshadowed his prolific but workmanlike style, but it was his three-year pursuit of Babe Ruth’s career record of 714 home runs that elevated him into an enduring national figure. The record-breaking home run, which came in the fourth inning off Los Angeles Dodgersleft-hander Al Downing on April 8, 1974, at Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium, provided one of the most lasting images in the sport and also one of its most poignant moments.
For years, Aaron had received thousands of letters, many of them racist, and many of which contained death threats against him and his family. The image of him rounding second base escorted by two jubilant white fans who had leaped onto the field became one of the most iconic in sports. Less known was that, as Aaron rounded the bases, his bodyguard, Calvin Wardlaw, sat in the stands, his hand secretly on his revolver, deciding in an instant whether the two young fans were hostile in their intent and whether he would shoot them.
Over the years, Aaron would be praised for his quiet resolve and dignity in the face of the threats. He would dine with international heads of state and every sitting president from Gerald Ford to Barack Obama, but the negative response from so many of his countrymen was a scar he would carry for the rest of his life.
“It was supposed to be the greatest triumph of my life, but I was never allowed to enjoy it. I couldn’t wait for it to be over,” he once said. “The only reason that some people didn’t want me to succeed was because I was a Black man.”
Aaron held the record for 33 years until Barry Bonds passed him on Aug. 7, 2007, and although he is currently second on the career home runs list, behind Bonds’ 762, the taint of the steroid era leaves Aaron in many people’s minds as baseball’s last legitimate home run champion
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I can remember listening at night to the Milwaukee Braves broadcasts on my very own AM radio, tubes glowing brightly through the plastic cover, to Blaine Walsh and Earl Gillespie with the play-by-play on WTMJ (“Miller, Kent, and Clark take you out to the park”). Every time “Hammerin’ Hank” came to bat, particularly with runners on base, I held my breath for something great to happen. And, often, it did! I even saw Hank play in person with the Braves a number of times at the old Milwaukee County Stadium!
Went out into the back yard, donned my prized Braves’ jacket, and red and blue “M” hat, and slammed a few whiffle balls into the neighbor’s yard, imagining I was #44 hitting a game winner and rounding the basis in triumph. A far cry from my lack of real-life skills at the game! Never could hit a fastball, or any other kind of pitch for that matter. And, I was very slow.
During the 1957 World Series vs. the mighty Yankees (Mickey Mantle, Whitey Ford, et al) we were even allowed to listen over the school loud speaker system. I never forgave the Braves for pulling up stakes and leaving for Atlanta in 1966 (after a prolonged court battle). Didn’t follow baseball much for many years after that!
Of course, at that time the “whitewashed, sanitized history and reporting” in Milwaukee didn’t give a hint about the vile racism going on behind the scenes, even disgracefully on the club that Hank was propelling toward its sole World Series Championship. Joe Adcock — what a total racist jerk — I take back every time I cheered for you!
Thanks for all the great moments, Hank! Sorry for what you had to endure.
R.I.P.
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01-22-20