(Greetings. I am lucky enough that no one in my family must be memorialized during this holiday weekend. But, my dad, who served in the Air Force, once parachuted out of a flaming KB-50 tanker plane just before it crashed and exploded in Louisiana. So that's how close I came to never being born. Thanks to all who served and didn't make it back alive. It's time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 303rd in a series): Fifty years ago, Curt Flood walked away from his job with the Washington Senators and never came back. He was done fighting, done with the abuse. Baseball had broken him and at age 33, he was, according to a former teammate in this article , "the saddest person he had ever met or seen." There are so many Black men from the '40s, '50s, 60s and '70s that carried the weight of the world around with them, enduring every righteous accusation, every racist rationalization that their vast population of opponents could hurl at them, all in the a...
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