The following is a transcript of former Twins star Joe Mauer’s induction speech Sunday at the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y.
Thank you. Thank you, thank you.
As tough as it is to get into the National Baseball Hall of Fame, it might be just as tough to sum up what this game, this honor and this moment truly means to me. Even if I had all the time in the world, I’m still not sure I could properly put it into words. But today, I am grateful. For the chance to try my best to describe what it means to be here with all of you.
For as long as I can remember, the game of baseball has been a central part of my life and the life of my family. I grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota, with my parents, two older brothers, and my grandpa Jake Mauer. Much of my early childhood was spent watching Twins games and pretending to be a big leaguer in my backyard and at various neighborhood parks with my brothers. Many of those parks were the same fields that fellow Hall of Famers Dave Winfield, Paul Molitor and Jack Morris played on as well. How lucky and unique it was to have three big leaguers and future role models hail from my same city. Watching them as a kid was my first glimpse of hope that maybe I could make it in baseball as well. It will never be lost on me that the same guys I pretended to be in my yard, are men I grew up to know personally, and I even had one of them become my manager.
Long before my big-league days, my parents coached all of our little league teams throughout the years. Rides to and from games consisted of conversations on good sportsmanship and ways to improve. And our dinner table talks were more of the same. At our home, baseball was a family affair. My dad and grandpa loved the game and they loved to share their knowledge of the sport. They were the first to see a potential in me and believed in my abilities long before I did. They taught me that being successful takes a lot more than just athletic talent. At a young age, they instilled in me the values of hard work and dedication. They raised me on the golden rule of treating others the way you wanted to be treated, and always showing respect to my teammates, coaches, umpires and opponents. They were my first and greatest role models, coaches and mentors, and they supported me every step of my baseball journey. From the very early days of homemade pitching machines in the garage, to lengthy voicemails left after my big-league performances, their guidance never wavered. Even at the end of my career, as my grandpa’s eyesight was failing, he would stand right next to his TV in a batting stance and go through my every at-bat as if he was swinging alongside me. I hope they are both looking down this afternoon with pride knowing that all their time and hard work helped me get to this podium, standing here as a Hall of Famer. From Day 1, they led by example and truly walked the walk, a path I was blessed to follow.
Another very important person who was there every step of the way was my mom. She is the ultimate example of humility. Truth be told, she’s the best athlete in our family, but she never wanted to take any of the credit for it, and the skills and knowledge she passed along to me and my brothers. I want to thank you, Mom, for always being there, for being my greatest cheerleader and fan and for always reminding me to have fun. You taught me that I could be a fierce competitor, but that it’s far more important to be a good person. The example you set helped mold me into who I am today, and for that I am more grateful than you will ever know. I love you, Mom.
I want to give a nod to the sky and also thank my grandparents Mike and Phyllis Tierney for never missing a game in the course of my career. And for the baseball fans out there who love numbers, that’s 81 home games times 15 years adding up to 1,215 games. Even if I wasn’t in the lineup, they still showed up to cheer on their beloved Twins. They were a wonderful example of dedication and support going back to my very first days at T-ball.
I want to thank my brothers Jake and Bill. You were my first teammates and opponents, and I credit them for giving me thick skin. If I wanted to play with the older kids, then I needed to prove to them that I could, and you two were always willing to give me that chance. I want to thank you for never taking it easy on me, and for your support from the backyard days throughout my last game. I’m lucky to have you both as role models and friends.