Rod Carew
Rod Carew
Rodney Cline "Rod" Carewis a former Major League Baseballfirst baseman, second baseman and coach of Panamanian descent. He played from 1967 to 1985 for the Minnesota Twins and the California Angels and was elected to the All-Star game every season except his last. While Carew was never a home run threat, he made a career out of being a consistent contact hitter. He threw right-handed and batted left-handed. He was inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame and the...
NationalityPanamanian
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth1 October 1945
CityGatun, Panama
CountryPanama
He knew the game, he was half a step ahead of everyone else during a game, ... He was always prepared.
He cared. I love him. I'm going to miss him.
Harmon Killebrew was a gem. I can never thank him enough for all I learned from him. He was a consummate professional who treated everyone from the brashest of rookies to the groundskeepers to the ushers in the stadium with the utmost of respect.
He's got to learn to do it. He's really been conscientious about it. He's been here every morning.
Your first hit in the majors-that's tops. It means you're on your way. When you get the first hit, then you can get the rest.
Your first hit in the majors - that's tops. It means you're on your way. When you get the first hit, then you can get the rest.
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There is a special sensation in getting good wood on the ball and driving a double down the left-field line as the crowd in the ballpark rises to its feet and cheers. But, I also remember how much fun I had as a skinny barefoot kid hitting a tennis ball with a broomstick on a quiet, dusty street in Panama.
There was a point at which I thought I'd never get the most valuable player, especially the years I played at Minnesota. We never won a pennant there, we were far away from the big media centers of Los Angeles and New York, and I wasn't a flashy power hitter but a guy who hit to spots, who bunted and stole bases.
The way they dress here (California), your head is always in the stands. All those bikinis, your eyes get tired.
I get a kick out of watching a team defense me. A player moves two steps in one direction and I hit it two steps the other way. It goes right Stan Musialby his glove and I laugh.
Three thousand hits is something that should stand for itself.
When I was 11, I spent eight months in the hospital with rheumatic fever and almost died.