"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading
about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider
myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.
I have been in ballparks for 17 years and have never
received anything but kindness and encouragement
from you fans.
Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn't
consider it the highlight of his career just to associate
with them for even one day? Sure, I'm lucky. Who
wouldn't consider it an honor to have known Jacob
Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball's greatest
empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that
wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have
spent the next nine years with that outstanding
leader, that smart student of psychology, the best
manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm
lucky.
When the New York Giants, a team you would give
your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a
gift - that's something. When everybody down to the
groundskeepers and those boys in white coats
remember you with trophies - that's something.
When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes
sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter -
that's something. When you have a father and a
mother who work all their lives so you can have an
education and build your body - it's a blessing. When
you have a wife who has been a tower of strength
and
shown more courage than you dreamed existed -
that's the finest I know.
So I close in saying that I may have had a tough
break, but I have an awful lot to live for."
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Lou Gehrig died less than two years later, on June 2,
1941, at age 37.
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