Thought it comes about 6 months too late, Buck O'Neil was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom on Friday.
I keep meaning to post a diary on my trip to the Negro Leagues Museum while I was in KC, but the experience was so profound and so overwhelming, I've yet to be able to figure out how to reduce it to writing. I will say that Buck's presence is felt everywhere there, and I was extremely proud that someone who injected so much dignity and enthusiasm into Major League Baseball was associated so closely with my team. I would strongly recommend Buck's autobiography, "I Was Right On Time," to anyone who loves baseball. It's an easy read; warm and funny and full of great joy---just like Buck.
This honor, while well-deserved and long overdue, IMHO, still doesn't even begin to make up for the inexcusable and misguided decision not to elect Buck into the Hall of Fame last February. Though I think these awards lose a lot of meaning when they are given posthumously, I'm still hoping that someone will figure out a way to rectify this situation and get Buck into Cooperstown.
Until that time, however, congratulations, Buck. And we'll keep trying.