When I was 13, some baseball card show organizers would bring in a current player or former player to sign autographs at monthly shows in the next town over from us.
On the day that my Babe Ruth League opened its season, I was wearing my replica California Angels uniform as my mother took me prior to my game to meet Brooks and get his autograph. Brooks was super-nice, commented on how he wished my uniform was an Orioles one, wished me luck for the season (didn’t happen; I majorly sucked and we went 4-10) and not only signed a ball for me, but also took a picture with me.
For years afterward, my mother, who was only a slight baseball fan, would rave about how nice he was. RIP
Schmidt won 10 Gold Gloves, nine of them consecutively. He was the best fielding third baseman of his era as Robinson was on his.When you say "best third baseman" to a generation of Baby Boomers, Brooksie is No. 1 on the list by a pretty good margin, with perhaps Ron Santo or Graig Nettles in the discussion. Brett and Schmidt were better hitters but I don't think Robinson had an equal as a defender. Aurelio Rodriguez was damn good, but he was no Brooks Robinson.
The fact that nearly every third baseman since has been compared to him defensively is a testament to how great he was at the hot corner. He was a virtual human highlight reel in the 1970 World Series, earning that Vacuum Cleaner nickname. He made both the All-Star team and earned a Gold Glove in every season from 1960 to 1974.
His offensive production tailed off somewhat after 1965, but the Orioles had Frank and Boog in the middle of the lineup. One of those increasingly rare guys who spent his entire career in the same uniform.
RIP, Mr. Robinson. A baseball nation turns its grateful eyes to you.