Close to the end, Bob Costas, a good friend of Stan Musial agreed to recite a eulogy at his funeral. Years before, he wrote this about Stan the Man for ESPN: “He didn’t hit a homer in his last at-bat; he hit a single. He didn’t hit in 56 straight games. He married his high school sweetheart and stayed married to her, never married a Marilyn Monroe. He didn’t play with the sheer joy and style that goes alongside Willie Mays’ name. None of those easy things are there to associate with Stan Musial. All Musial represents is more than two decades of sustained excellence and complete decency as a human being,”
I say this: Mr. Musial, when I was a kid doing my homework and listening to all those awesome performances consisting of line drive doubles, triples, home runs and sparkling defensive plays, you were a distraction and I loved every minute of it. You were one of the greatest baseball players of all time. You were what we all strive to be, a real human being. The greatest authentic home run hitter of all time Hank Aaron once said, “It wasn’t whether I liked Stan Musial, it was that I wanted to be like him.” That says it all.
Goodbye, Stan the Man and God love you.
The writer lives in Little River.