Last night, I chuckled out loud while reading a book and realizing others had previously pondered the contrast between athletically vibrant regions and Kansas City.
Buck O’Neil, one of this region’s truly treasured sons, was struck by the observation during a visit to California.
Riding along in a car on his way to an appearance, Buck looked at the “San Diego palm trees and the beautiful joggers,” according to one of the many wonderful anecdotes Joe Posnanski wrote about the Negroes League legend and gentle man in “The Soul of Baseball.”
“In my neighborhood in Kansas City, you need a fat belly to go jogging,” Buck said. “Not here. Why are all these skinny people running?”
Buck O’Neil, one of this region’s truly treasured sons, was struck by the observation during a visit to California.
Riding along in a car on his way to an appearance, Buck looked at the “San Diego palm trees and the beautiful joggers,” according to one of the many wonderful anecdotes Joe Posnanski wrote about the Negroes League legend and gentle man in “The Soul of Baseball.”
“In my neighborhood in Kansas City, you need a fat belly to go jogging,” Buck said. “Not here. Why are all these skinny people running?”
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