Thu Mar 15, 2018 1:18 pm
I've been thinking about this for awhile. Growing up in the Bay Area in the late 60s and 70s, we were blessed with some of the greatest players ever to grace the diamond: Reggie, Marichal, Perry, Fingers, Catfish and of course the Say Hey Kid himself. Not to mention some of those wonderful next level players -- Rudi, Bando, Campy, Vida, Bobby Bonds, Garry Maddox, Speier, Kingman -- and then players like Tito Fuentes, Ken Henderson, Jim Barr, and the Count. But when it comes down to it, I think I've got to go with Willie McCovey. Sure, Willie Mays was the great sparkplug, even at his "advanced" age (I still see him running around the bases in the '73 World Series like an old dog with puppy memories), but there was a palpable sense that anything could happen when Willie Mac came to the plate; the world stopped just for that moment. He had a grace around first base even with those arthritic knees that I oh so tried to emulate in Little League...to very little avail. The homeruns were large, the strikeouts were large: there was a generosity to the way that McCovey played the game. You could never be disappointed with McCovey: he might not have driven in the run that would have won the game, but it was by no means from not giving his all...and you knew that tomorrow would give him another chance. We Giant fans in the 60s and 70s thrived on tomorrows and next years and next at bats.