In a perfect world, in a just world, in a less small-minded world, we would all have this memory of Marvin Miller:
Standing on a podium in Cooperstown, N.Y., the warm August sun beaming down upon him.
Surrounded by so many of the legendary baseball players whose lives he touched and whose checking accounts he enriched.
Spinning the spellbinding words that always seemed to come flowing out of him, right to the end of his life, as he delivered a speech he'd waited a lifetime ...
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