The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY is the place where legends of the game will live forever.
Posted on 2/1/14
By Lee Coleman
To be enshrined is an honor for those who have earned it.
I look forward to the newly elected class every year just to see if I had the opportunity to watch any of the players as a youngster or even later in my life.
When the new class was announced recently, well, I was absolutely beside myself.
As a lifetime Atlanta Braves fan, it don’t get much better. The Braves dominated the class.
Pitchers Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine were selected as well as manager Bobby Cox. Joe Torre, a long time Brave, Frank Thomas and Tony LaRussa also got the nod but one question remains.
How ‘bout dim Braves?
I am absolutely giddy.
Maddux had a record of 355-227 over 23 seasons while winning four consecutive Cy Young awards from 1992 to 1995. Just for giggles, he won 18 Gold Gloves.
Glavine, a 10-time All-Star and two-time Cy Young winner, was 305-203 over 22 seasons.
Maddux and Glavine spent the majority of their careers playing for Cox during the 1990’s when the Braves won more division titles than Doan’s has pills.
Torre was a catcher for the Braves during his playing career and went on to become a highly successful manager.
In fact, next to Hank Aaron, Torre was my favorite player and I wore his No. 15 during my baseball days as a catcher.
Maddux and Glavine were ice during postseason play. The Braves won the 1995 World Series behind the duo and should have won more.
Unfortunately for my Braves, winning in the postseason takes great pitching, which we had, and good consistent hitting which ultimately was the down fall for the Braves in other World Series in that decade.
Some years ago, I was asked to serve as an athletic trainer for a charity basketball game that was played at Georgia Tech.
Professional athletes made up the teams and I was a bit awe struck.
As a former trainer, I taped thousands of ankles during my career. That night, I was called to the training room to do a couple of tape jobs. No big deal I thought.
I walked into the room and there sat Glavine. With a big smile and a hearty handshake, he said hello and we started talking as if we’d known each other for years.
I taped his ankle, his right by the way, and he complimented my mechanics. After another handshake and a big thank you, he was gone.
Now, I can say I once taped the ankle of a baseball Hall of Famer.
Funny how the little things in life can mean so much as a person gets older.
I’ll never forget that night and now, Glavine will be remembered by all people forever.
Coleman is the editor of the Republican and can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.