It’s actually, as I am thinking, a great lesson. Milo may have been a great guy. I have no idea. But I do know that, one day, he was a real jerk to a lot of people who were excited to have him in town.
I worked in Davenport for four years in the early 00s, and one day was leafing an old box of stuff and came across a signed stack of Milo cards. I was regaled with stories of what a jerk he was that day, four or five years prior. Yelling at interns is the memory that stands out.
Maybe success changed him — I don’t know if
@No Chores ever met Milo after college. Maybe he was having a bad day.
Regardless, his prickitude lived on five years later, to the point that it was the only thing that anybody had met him in that scenario remembered.
I met several big leaguers, Hall of Famers, broadcast types when I was in the minor league world. You remember the jerks, and you remember the nice guys. Most, thankfully, were either nice or avoidant. Rod Carew was so nice to me when I was a terrible, terrible young broadcaster, and 90-year-old Buck O’Neil was fully Buck when he was in town.
It’s that Joe DiMaggio thing: I always give my best, because it might be the only time some kid sees me.
Milo could have been nicer that day. People remembered, and dozens of my former colleagues thought ‘Man, What a Jerk’ when they saw he died on the espn scroll a few years ago.
MUSBERGER!