Stan “The Man” Musial died this weekend. He was 92. No need to go into his career or stats–those are only a small part of what the man is and was. He played every game–except while serving his country in the Navy during WWII–was consistent, dependable, professional, and a real gentleman. Something very rare in professional sports.
The best compliment I ever received in my whole life was the one our team doctor paid me after my very last football game. While at a private party with teammates and coaches, he shook my hand and told me that I always reminded him of Stan Musial. He told me that Stan was never flashy, he just went about his job dependably, and with a good attitude. His teammates could always count on him to get a hit.
That’s a wonderful epitaph for a life well-lived. Bon voyage Mr. Musial. Now that you’re in heaven, pray for us and bat us in!
The embodiment of a Catholic Gentleman.