Damn, Miller was sharp on that Curt Flood HBO special.
Marvin Miller isn’t sure how he’ll spend July 24. He often plans his life day by day, and now that he’s 94, the hours tend to be more precious and slightly less crammed. He’d rather not fill them with anything that causes ulcers.
“Maybe I’ll watch it,” Miller says. “Depends on if I get a better offer.”
We are talking about baseball’s Hall of Fame inductions in Cooperstown, N.Y., the festivities culminating with ceremonies honoring players Roberto Alomar and Bert Blyleven and executive Pat Gillick. It should make for compelling viewing.
...Some of the members of the expansion era committee whose roles are to consider managers, umpires, executives and long-retired players for enshrinement are the type of men Miller once schooled in labor battles. The criteria for non-playing personnel is meant to lean heavily on the impact they had on the sport, which long ago should have made Miller’s inclusion a cinch, if only petty souls would release their malice.
“I’ve never campaigned to be in the Hall and have asked not to be included on any ballot,” Miller says.
“But they continue to put me on the list and then rig the election. Considering who runs the place, not being a part of it gives me credibility as a union leader. That’s how I hope it stays long after I’m gone.”
“I still say I don’t want to belong to any club that would have me,” he says. “Even when I’m dead.”