By Roger Wallenstein
I never saw a Negro League game. By the time I was old enough to have more than a passing interest in baseball, there already were a number of Black stars sprinkled onto the rosters of Major League teams, and the Negro Leagues were defunct. While we never articulated the obvious, we inherently knew the Black guys could play. We saw that for ourselves.
Being a White Sox devotee, Miñoso was our man. Not only were his statistics among the American League’s elite, but he lit up the field with his electric energy, devout rapture for the game, and boundless enthusiasm. Miñoso getting hit by a pitch could be just as exciting as a teammate legging out a triple. Minnie, a right-handed hitter, stood inches from the inside corner of the plate, not exactly a secure position for a Black, multi-talented ballplayer in those days. Not surprisingly, Miñoso led the league 10 seasons in getting hit.
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Posted on December 23, 2020