I'm just curious - what memories do posters have of Roberto Clemente, either personal or from stories?
I was in Colorado when his plane went down, and the irony was that as starved as I was for baseball news, Clemente's disappearance was in the papers for weeks, even in football season. It was a story that kept me hoping for a miracle long past the time there was any rational expectation he'd be found. I never saw him play, but more than any other player I didn't get a chance to see, I wish I'd seen Roberto Clemente.
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