Brooks Robinson left this world on Tuesday. He was 86 and some say he was the best third baseman who ever lived.
I am one of those people.
Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote about the kind of death that most of us will experience, perhaps, in her poem, A Dirge Without Music:
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost.
Brooks Robinson worked in an occupation that recorded his job performance in pictures and on film. As a ballplayer, the best of Brooks Robinson is not lost, it endures.
As a person, the memory of Brooks Robinson endures even without the pictures or the videos.
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