FORT MYERS, FLA. -- Baseball does not have a talent shortage now or for the foreseeable future. That was demonstrated by the number of 25-and-under players that dominated the game in 2015.
The game has been saved over the last two decades by the bonanza of players from the Dominican Republic. Venezuela also has contributed mightily, along with Puerto Rico and defectors from Cuba.
The hope here is that no matter who winds up being sworn in as president next January, the path toward reconciliation with Cuba will continue. And if those gates to Cuba do open completely, the stream of players from the Caribbean will only increase in numbers.
As an eternal fan of the Grand Old Game, I do find it disturbing to watch ballgames at all levels with so few African-Americans.
There are a dozen sociological theories as to why black Americans have turned away from baseball. There's nothing I can do about any of those things, and I have no interest in going into a sanctimonious harangue on the subject.
I just miss the large number of tremendous African-American ballplayers on whom I became accustomed as a young fan in the '50s, and as a sports writer by the mid-'60s.
I have contended for 50 years that the greatest baseball team ever assembled was the one the National League brought to Met Stadium for the 1965 All-Star Game.
In May 2014, I had the thrilling moment of spending 90 minutes with Willie Mays, along with Star Tribune photographer Jerry Holt. We were in the suite named for the Say Hey Kid in AT&T Park in San Francisco.