Ken Harrelson, Baseball, Charlie Finley discussed on Only A Game

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The game isn't what it used to be. At least that's what an older fan at Fenway park told me after I bought a ten dollar can of spike seltzer at the game, the other night only games. Gary wallet has the story of guy who would agree at least when it comes to baseball. Ken Harrelson has the benefit of baseball hindsight, the culture of the game of baseball was different in those days. There's no question about that for Harrelson those days began in nineteen sixty three on the morning of June ninth. He was a first baseman for the minor league Portland, beavers until he was woken by a one AM phone call song puck your stuff. You're coming to the big leagues. The caller was tros oh, Finley, the eccentric owner of the Kansas City athlete IX soon. Harrelson. The rookie nicknamed hawk because of his bird like profile was hitting well against some of the best major league pitchers on July thirteen. Breath in a game against the Cleveland Indians went up against one of the greatest of all time. Early wind gusts was his nickname. The aptly named win was playing the last of his twenty three big league seasons and going for his three hundred career victory for the first time up. He sent me a high slider. I had a rocket right back through middle just missed his head, maybe foot foot in the half. So I get back to the dugout and Bobby Del Greco is a an alpha club, and he comes over to me and he uses hockey says, now the next time you face Gus, he said, you'd better hang loose that was baseball speak for expect to knockdown pitch. And I said why? He said, because two things you don't do early wind bun on him and you don't hit the ball through the middle on him. He's well. He's gonna, knock you right on your behind. I said that'll for England or anything and sure enough. I go the plate next. I push right behind my head and my feet straight up in the air and landed on my shoulders win, got his three hundred victory. It was the last of his career. And Harrelson soon learned that he had perhaps a more troublesome opponent. Charlie Finley, the man who signed his paycheck. The minimum salary back in those days was six thousand dollars. In fact, my first two years in the major leagues I made more money shooting pool playing golf in our Muslim. I did play major league baseball. Harrelson continued to play well as a rookie, but he felt he deserved more than the minimum salary. So we requested of meeting with Finley to discuss a raise. This was before the days of high powered agents. One morning after a successful road trip,.

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