On
the TUNNEYSIDE of SPORTS April 22, 2013 #433
Up next..."42"
After
further review...The Jackie Robinson biopic directed by Brian Helgeland
and just released by Warner Bros., is a story that will reach deep into
your soul. The world it inhabits is baseball, America's erstwhile
national pastime. But it is far more than a baseball film; it's a story
about human beings for human beings. The film uses baseball and Jackie
Robinson as a vehicle to describe the struggle of an African-American
player being integrated into what was then an "all-white man's
game".
Branch
Rickey (played by Harrison Ford) the Brooklyn Dodgers' President and GM,
was the force behind the inclusion of the first black player in Major
League Baseball. Scrutinizing the Negro league, Rickey searched for a
candidate who could not only play the game at the highest professional,
but could also withstand the degradation and humiliation that would
inevitably occur. He chose Robinson (played by Chadwick Boseman), born in
Georgia, but raised in Pasadena, California. After attending and staring
in four sports at Pasadena Junior College, Robinson had been a successful
and superlative athlete at U.C.L.A.
The
film begins in August, 1945, the year he was signed by Rickey to a minor
league contract in Montreal. However, I had met Jack Roosevelt Robinson
in the fall of 1937. My dad, Jim Sr., refereed many junior college
football games, quite often in the Rose Bowl where PJC played. Carrying
dad's officiating bag, we would simply walk through the gate, (security
being almost non-existent), down the ramp, and into the officials'
dressing room. When the crew of four would emerge, I walked with them
onto the Rose Bowl field and sat on the home team's (PJC) bench.
I
clearly remember dad approaching me at halftime one game and saying,
"Now just watch this colored boy play, he's really something"
as he pointed to Jackie. (Remember that this was 1937 and
"colored" was considered an acceptable term for
African-Americans in that era). Dad, who earlier that decade had been
Kenny Washington's football coach at Lincoln High School in Los Angeles
and helped him get into U.C.L.A. (where he later played in the same
backfield with Jackie), had nothing but respect for them both. As I
followed Jackie's career through UCLA and into the Dodgers organization,
I'm proud to say he became part of my heritage.
Each
April 15th every MLB player, wears the number 42 in tribute to a player I
met when he was a teenager. What a fortunate circumstance!
Will
you seek out others who may provide you with a model that you can
emulate?
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