Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about a bad break
I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the
earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received
anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.
Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn't consider it the highlight
of his career to associate with them for even one day?
Sure, I'm lucky. Who wouldn't consider it an honor to have known
Jacob Ruppert - also the builder of baseball's greatest empire, Ed Barrow
- to have spent the next nine years with that wonderful little fellow Miller
Huggins - then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding
leader, that smart student of psychology - the best manager in baseball
today, Joe McCarthy!
Sure, I'm lucky. When the New York Giants, a team you would give
your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift, that's something!
When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats
remember you with trophies, that's something.
When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you
in squabbles against her own daughter, that's something. When you have
a father and mother who work all their lives so that you can have an education
and build your body, it's a blessing! When you have a wife who has been
a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed, that's
the finest I know.
So I close in saying that I might have had a tough break - but I
have an awful lot to live for!
Lou Gehrig - July 4, 1939