KING HENRY THE BRAVE: Hammerin’ Hank Aaron’s Life and Numbers Beyond 755

aaronHenry Aaron is 84 years old now. And as hard as it may be to believe, the number of distant springs that have passed since he made his storied and successful homerun record-breaking bid now amounts to more than half his age.

It was 44 years ago this week — a fitting number, indeed — on April 8, 1974, that Hank Aaron, as an Atlanta Brave, powered Los Angeles Dodger pitcher Al Downing’s offering up, up into the deep night sky, past the noise and the crowd and the lights and toward that stadium sign forever imprinted in my mind as somehow symbolic — “Think of It As Money.”

To me and many others, “Hammerin’ Hank” Aaron now, then, and always will be the True All-Time Homerun King, and more. Much more.

Aaron’s humble rise from poverty in his hometown of Mobile, Alabama amid the ugly blight of segregation, to his formative years in the Negro Leagues, to his entrance onto the diamond stage of Major League baseball at the height of the Civil Rights struggles of the 1950s and ’60s is an epic American story; one of drama, perseverance, and triumph.


Photograph by Jonathan Perry for RPM: Life In Analog

A number of years ago, some friends and I saw the then-newly installed Henry Aaron permanent exhibit at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown titled “Chasing The Dream.” It was a transformative, exceptionally moving experience then, and has remained an indelible memory since.
It was, to be frank, difficult not to break down and choke up a little in public when I saw the magnitude of this remarkable and humble man’s life — and what he went through — up close. It seemed nothing less than symbolic of the extremes of human nature and the life experience itself: Love and hate; joy and sorrow; adversity and achievement.

The first thing that greeted me was this panoramic montage/collage from the exhibit that’s worth the trip and price of admission all by itself. To give visitors an added sense of closeness with the subject, many of the artifacts on view for inspection come from Aaron’s own personal collection: Bats, balls, cleats, bases, scorecards. Reams of audio-visual snippets shadow you as you stroll the displays: news clips, highlight reels, interviews with teammates, opposing players, scouts, managers, Hank himself. There are pictures of Aaron as a teenage stringbean; a leanly muscled young power hitter; a dangerous slugger in his prime; finally, a man closing in on his forties and history, fuller and thicker, striding the twilight of a magnificent career.


Photograph by Jonathan Perry for RPM: Life In Analog

Then there are the letters. Framed, along with the many touching notes of encouragement as Hank moved toward the record, were examples of the vicious, racist hate mail that Aaron — that most mild-mannered, humble, and consummate of professionals — received in droves.
Often rife with misspellings and scrawled penmanship, they threatened Henry’s life and the lives of his family if a lowly black man (albeit one who was a better speller than these jackals) dared have the audacity to break the great (read: white) Babe Ruth’s record of 714 homeruns. Even 40 years later, seeing those letters up close under glass felt like a cold, ugly punch in the stomach. God knows what Aaron must have felt when he opened them.

“I don’t want to make anybody forget about Babe Ruth,” he said with typical humility at the time. “I just want them to remember me.” By the end, he was emotionally battered, bruised, and desperate for the ordeal of the homerun chase to be over; never completely sure he wouldn’t be assassinated as his mother watched her son from the stands.


Photograph by Jonathan Perry for RPM: Life In Analog

The un-flashy excellence and unwavering grace with which Aaron carried himself for 20+ years culminated in some astonishing career numbers that were anything but quiet.

We know about the homeruns, of course, but Henry also still holds both the all-time record for Total Bases (a ridiculous 6,856, leading the league NINE times), extra base hits (1,477), and Runs Batted In (a mind-bending 2,297, leading the league five times) — the latter stat, for my money, arguably the most crucial measure of a slugger’s ability to come through in the clutch and drive in runs for his team.

For perspective and the scope of this RBI record, consider this: If you drove in 100 RBI every year for 22 straight seasons, you would STILL be 97 RBIs short of matching Henry’s total.

More than 40 years after he retired, he’s still the only player in history to hit at least 30 homeruns in 15 different seasons. He also finished up just over 200 hits shy of four grand — yes, an astounding 3,771 hits, which still ranks third behind only two other guys you may have heard of named Pete Rose and Ty Cobb. Those bangers translated, over 23 seasons, to a better-than-.300 lifetime batting average (.305, winning two batting titles; if you subtract Aaron’s nostalgic end-of-career victory lap in Milwaukee, the city in which he began his major league career, he’s at .310 with 733 HRS).


Photograph of the legend and the author by Judith Kelliher

For the tediously tiresome detractors who claim Aaron’s lifetime achievements had more to do with the lighted path of longevity than a burning brilliance — that he never really had eye-popping seasons and merely spread out his homers across many years to get to his record — consider these gaudy feats of fantastic: Aaron hit not 25, 30, or even 35, but more than 40 homers eight different times; drove in over 100 RBI eleven times; scored over 100 runs fifteen times; and hit over .300 fourteen times.

In his 23-year career, Aaron finished in the top 15 in Most Valuable Player voting nineteen times. In one of those four seasons he wasn’t considered for the MVP, he was a rookie; the other three were his final seasons as a Designated Hitter playing for the Milwaukee Brewers.

He won the MVP once, in 1957, when he powered the Milwaukee Braves to a World Series victory over the New York Yankees; the always non self-aggrandizing team player, Henry has stated that his World Series homerun was the most important dinger of his career, not the Ruth-tying 714 or record-breaking 715.

In 17 total post-season games, including two World Series’s, Hank was Mr. Clutch, driving in 16 RBI in those 17 games, hitting a glittering .362 that was only overshadowed by a sick .710 slugging percentage and six homeruns.

The consummate complete five-tool player, Aaron also won three Gold Gloves at a time when his National league counterpart, Roberto Clemente, was also patrolling his position as perhaps the greatest defensive rightfielder of all-time. Aaron also could run the bases, finishing in the top ten for stolen bases eight times.

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Photograph by Jonathan Perry for RPM: Life In Analog

At the time of his retirement in 1976, The Hammer, incredibly, held more than 30 major league baseball records, and still holds a number of batting/slugging “firsts.” “Hammerin’ Hank” was the first player in history to match 500 homers with 3,000 hits, for instance.

Not many prodigious home run sluggers, even great ones, can boast about huge hit totals and a slick .300+ lifetime batting average over a career that spanned the better part of three decades. But they’re not Henry Aaron.

“Trying to throw a fastball by Hank Aaron,” baseball great Joe Adcock once mused about Aaron’s lightning-quick wrists, “is like trying to sneak a sunrise past a rooster.”

Fast balls or hate mail — neither could slow him or rob him of what increasingly seemed like destiny as he closed in on a record once thought un-breakable. Henry, too, was unbreakable. I like to think all that mail from his detractors (and detractors is a gentlemanly way of putting it) may have even inspired Hank to belt just one more round-tripper over the wall for his team, without fanfare or showboating.  But rather with focus and purpose. Call it justice, or karma, or courage. As his uniform plainly said and brightly read across his chest, “Brave” was a word that defined this most extraordinary man.


Photograph by Jonathan Perry for RPM: Life In Analog


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  1. Reblogged this on RPM: Jonathan Perry's Life in Analog and commented:

    Rest In Power Henry Aaron, Baseball’s True All-Time Homerun King. Along with Ted Williams, to me, we just lost baseball’s greatest all-around hitter and an American Icon. The stats speak for themelves, but as a player and as a man, Hank Aaron should be measured by so much more than those 755 homeruns. It’s highly likely that no current or future player, no matter how great, will ever be forced to contend with achieving greatness in the context and amid the pervasive, poison atmosphere under which Hank Aaron achieved his — which makes his accomplishments requiring tenacious longevity, disciplined focus, emotional as well as physical strength, and of course pure, mercurial talent, all the more remarkable.


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