I remember watching this moment in my living room as a kid. It was a windy day in Atlanta, I remember this because there was trash being blown all over the field from the wind and leadoff hitter Ralph Garr plucked a flying piece of paper out of the air while in the batters box, stepped out and shoved it down the front of his pants, then stepped back into the box to a rousing ovation. Don’t know why I remember that but I do.
I also remember the Braves opened the season in Cincinnati and Hank, sitting at 713 to start the season, planned to sit out until they had their home opener the following week but that overstepping asswipe Bowie Kuhn forced Hank to play in Cincy invoking the very arbitrary “in the best interest of baseball” clause. So Hank tied the Babe on opening day in Cincinnati.
He shouldn't have had the extra baggage of race...but he did...and he handled it with...uh...class!
And those arms were not steroid aided.
I did see that moment live, in '73 (though I was practically a zygote...and didn't really understand 714)...
but when I watch it in the 21st Century, what really sticks out to me is that fans were able to casually
flank either side of him as he trotted from 2nd to 3rd!!! What a pre-pre-pre 9/11 world we were living in!
RIP Sir Henry Aaron. A childhood hero, a lifetime hero. Agree HOF , as great a player as he was he was an even better human being. I remember collecting baseball cards. He was one of the most treasured ones, with the other greats of his era, Willie Mays, Roberto Clemente, Mickey Mantle, etc. It's like a part of one's life is being lost, a part of one's family.