People used to talk about Harmon Killebrew the way they talked about Godzilla, or King Kong, or some other sort of rampaging beast.
It was never an accurate portrayal. Yes, the man cut a fearsome figure at the plate. Yes, pitchers used to quail at the sight of him. And, yes, they had good reason to do so, because no one hit as many baseballs into the seats and various stratospheres in the 1960s as Killebrew, who clubbed 393 home runs between 1960 and 1969.
Thing was, Killebrew wasn't exactly a raging bull. When he crushed a baseball, there was no malice in his heart. He didn't glower. He didn't snarl. He just went up there and hit the ball.
Key line you should remember from this tribute to the man, in the words of Tommy John: "He never showed you up, no flaps down or anything, just that little number 3 -- like Babe Ruth -- trotting like he hit 'em before and he would hit 'em again."
Would that more of his fellow ballplayers did the same.