I just returned from Hall of Fame induction weekend, where I find that my cronies and I are slowly becoming the older generation of the membership.
Most of us are in our 60s, having made our mark on the game in the late 1970s and '80s. Like any club or fraternity, the Hall's membership has cliques, groups of guys that form around things like ethnic background, competitive era, appreciation for wine, position, league or team affiliation.
Our group is diversified, it includes players from both leagues. When we have a social night to get together it's usually George Brett, Robin Yount, Paul Molitor and me, with some casual visitors like Reggie Jackson, Eddie Murray or Ozzie Smith. No pitchers!
Each of us has a connection to the game. George and Reggie actually have titles, such as assistant to the president. George became the Royals' hitting instructor last year for a while. Paul has a real job on the Twins' major league staff, Eddie has worked on hitting for a couple teams. Robin and I have personal service agreements with our former clubs.
All of us, at some level, spend time around current hitters, which has led to some interesting group conversation. Especially these days.
Just a reminder, these guys were the best ever at their craft. If it was NASA, they'd have been to the moon.
To the man, we find it amazing that this generation has little interest in our help.
One of the most telling stories was shared by George. He said when he was hitting instructor last year, there were two indoor cages, and he would be in one flipping balls and the assistant coach in the other. The young Royals hitters were lined up to hit in the cage with the assistant, and none to hit in George's cage.
I find that hard to believe, but at the same time know why. George, one of the greatest hitters ever, was there to coach, to offer his expertise, to suggest mechanics that might make a young hitter better.
The other coach was there to coach as well, but not with a sense of urgency — rather, more by telling the hitters what they wanted to hear. George eventually quit because he felt he was wasting everyone's time in a failing effort to connect with them.
There could have been other issues going on behind the scenes. Maybe his cage-side manner was uncomfortable, maybe he was too quick to criticize, perhaps his stature made them uncomfortable. But I got much the same report from all the HOF guys, which confirmed my personal experiences over the last 10 years that young hitters resist coaching, especially from the great ones.
They listen out of respect, but don't hear.
There are exceptions on both sides, of course. Mark McGwire has had tremendous success in St. Louis and LA, but Ted Williams never got anywhere as a coach.
Thinking about Williams' case, maybe it's in the presentation more than I thought. Can you imagine Williams beginning by saying, "Here's how I approached it, it may not work for you"? I'm sure he would say his way was the only way.
So, in general, are today's hitters reluctant to be mentored? This is a sad scenario, because they are missing a lot of good information.
I'm not saying every bit of info from a Hall of Famer is gospel, or that today's hitters should attach themselves to the first former star that they meet. I am saying that if they'd have an open mind and covet opportunities to learn, and sift through them, they just might have the George Brett experience.
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