There's no doubt in my mind as what Ted Williams could do with a bat. He never got bloop hits, topped hits, scratch hits ... his were long line drives, monsterous shots off the bat, never a high infield popup. No, he was a gunner. He hit hard, played hard, gave the game his best ... he played hurt, with his hometown against him. No, this man was all baseball.
A tribute to Ted was when me and my friends went to a game. When Ted came to bat we were there but when he finished, there was nothing but admiration for him by Detroit fans. We would have loved the man here. Our fans just adored the man and he always thanked us by beating us.
I was so impressed by his hitting I talked the Detroit Tiger management to give Ted a day of honor here in detroit and we did. He was the first ballplayer to be honored in an opposing team's stadium. He was elated and as usual beat us again but with a grin on his face. He loved to play here.
Talk about the Ruths and everyone who followed ... there still is only one pure hitter and his legend will live on forever, because there will never be a true hitter like ted again. They don't play baseball anymore; today it's showboat money. I myself was proud to give Ted his dues in Detroit; after my speech to the fans, Ted said to me I'd love to have you for my agent.
Forget the others, honor the greatest ballplayer who ever wore the spikes. Believe me when you say baseball, you're talking Ted Williams. My only thought is, I'll never see him at the plate again. Let me say one more time that Ted was the greatest of them all.
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Posted May 10, 2002.