Tony Oliva turned 75 on Saturday. There will be a column on Tony in Sunday's Star Tribune. It is written with full admiration, for Tony O. hits quite an exacta with me: As a fan in the '60s, he was my favorite Twins' player, and as a sportswriter on the Twins' beat starting in 1974, he was the best guy I ever covered.
Cuban players defecting are much in the news again, what with Yaziel Puig's arrival with the Los Angeles Dodgers, and Yoenis Cespedes' performance in the Home Run Derby, and pitcher Miguel Gonzalez, who figures to sign the biggest contract yet for a Cuban defector in the next week.
And when I saw a note in Charley Walters' column in the St. Paul Pioneer Press, that Tony was about to mark his 75th birthday, I wanted him to again tell me about being discovered in the countryside of Cuba, and making his way here in the last-ever group of players to leave Cuba in April 1961.
After that group of 22, all other ballpalyers to be raised in Cuba and to make their way to American baseball have been defectors.
We had lunch at the Monte Carlo on Friday. The young woman bussing dishes was Hispanic. Tony started talking Spanish with her. She had no idea this was a famous Minnesota athlete, but a wide smile came across her face.
"She's from Ecuador," Tony said. "She's going to try to find me a Cuban coffee. A place called Mon-tee Car-low has to know how to make a Cuban coffee."
The espresso was served by our waiter Margaret. She also was in her 20s and, as we were leaving, said to Tony: "My father is a big fan of yours, Mr. Oliva. Could I get a photo with you?"
She had a 100 percent chance to get that photo ... not only because Tony is that sort of fellow, but also the fact that chatting up and drawing smiles from ladies is something he does as well as he did hit a baseball.