For those of us fortunate enough to have seen Musial in action, I thought it might be interesting to post memories to commemorate his day. In no particular order ten that come to me:
1. Watching him wind into that incredible corkscrew stance and sense the crowd’s anticipation as he uncoiled with amazing speed and deftness.
2. Sitting in the cheap seats (right filed pavilion) and watching Musial tattoo line drive after line drive off the screen. Often they’d land on the pavilion roof.
3. Remembering the city of St. Louis collectively rising and threatening to lynch Frank (Trader) Lane when the latter offered to swap Musial even up for Robin Roberts.
4. Wishing my family had enough money to just once take me to his restaurant.
5. LOL with his advice to rookie Curt Flood. On how to hit: Wait for a strike and then knock the shit out of it.
6. The grace and dignity with which he conducted himself – particularly in contrast to the taciturn sullenness that marked rival Ted Williams.
7. Actually catching a foul ball he hit on his next to last game.
8. Watching him depart with two hits in his last game.
9/10 Counts double – having the chance to interview him many years after his retirement, and having lunch sitting between Musial and Ozzie Smith. For a Cards fan that’s an operational definition of sublime.