Flood Was a Man for Every Season
In a recent letter to Frank Slocum, executive director of the Baseball Assistance Team (B.A.T.), Curt Flood wrote: ''The 1996 holiday season brings mixed feelings of joy and sadness. Therefore, we'll take the advice that mother Laura gave to me when I was a kid. She'd say 'Start counting your blessings, Squirtis, by the time you've finished, you won't have time for anything else.Flood, who was 59, died yesterday after a yearlong battle with throat cancer, and it is the players who came after him in the major leagues who should count their blessings for having had a man of his stature and dignity and courage precede them. Professional athletes, for the most part, live for their time. They generally don't care what happened before them and, worse, they often don't know. Sadly, many baseball players wouldn't even be able to identify Flood, wouldn't even know that he was the forerunner of Andy Messersmith, another name they wouldn't recognize for the impact he had on their lives. But on a day in
''It almost made me forget what I was going to say,'' Flood said afterward. ''It caught me a little short. I felt a lump in my throat.'Flood was in the room that day in his capacity as vice president of the United Baseball League, a venture that did not reach fruition. Twenty-five years earlier, in 1969, he appeared before another players association executive board seeking support for the task he was about to undertake. The St. Louis Cardinals, for whom he had played for 12 years, had traded him to the Philadelphia Phillies, and he didn't want to go.
Richard Moss, who was the union's general counsel at the time, recalled yesterday that Flood came to him and Marvin Miller, the head of the union, and told them he wanted to challenge the system that he said ''treated people like they were pieces of property.Marvin and I weren't sure if he was serious, if he had some other agenda,'' Moss said. ''We arranged for him to come to the board meeting in
He knew he wasn't the same player he had been, and he walked away from the only job he had known. A pariah in an owner-dominated business, Flood was not welcome to wear a baseball uniform. Instead, he drifted from place to place, first to Majorca, where he opened a bar and became an alcoholic, then back to the
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