Tony Oliva is my all-time favorite athlete. I’m probably not alone in that club, whether we’re talking fans, media members or players who have encountered him as a teammate, a coach or now a grandfather confessor in the clubhouse.
Tony gets in uniform before games at Target Field, hangs out at batting practice, and then gets back in civilian clothes to watch from the stands or join Alfonso Fernandez for the team’s 50 Spanish-language broadcasts.
Pregame, Tony often can be found talking about his favorite topic — hitting — with younger Latin players such as Oswaldo Arcia, Kennys Vargas and Danny Santana. The last time I saw this in a clubhouse, Oliva and Arcia were talking fast in Spanish for several minutes.
It’s good to have Tony Oliva, a three-time American League batting champion, around for such occasions, but Tony is now 76 and very much a part-time presence.
Tony does not serve the need the Twins have for a strong, full-time, Spanish-speaking figure on the big-league staff, and neither does Bobby Cuellar, a 62-year-old Texan who spends games in the bullpen.
Baseball can offer all the rhetoric it wants about the need to restore the game as an attraction for young black athletes in this country, yet that share of the workforce is destined to stay modest.
The present of this game, and even more so the future, is tied to the phenomenal talent being produced in the Dominican Republic, Venezuela, Puerto Rico and Cuba. The Cuban portion of that immigration will only get larger when the USA and Tony Oliva’s homeland get around to a normal relationship.
We don’t know if Terry Ryan will be back as general manager. We don’t know if Ron Gardenhire will be back as manager. Even if those two men stay in place, there has to be change.