Well, we DO immortalize REAL heroes... in case you don't know, we have a nice mountaintop already with four pretty famous leaders of ours up there... folks seem to like George, Tom, Teddy and Abe. ;)
But the Greeks had Hercules, Achilles, Odysseus, Theseus, and then the gods, Apollo and Artemis and Zeus and Hera and Hermes and Dionysis, all immortalized...
Why shouldn't we do the same for OUR cultural heroes?
(And I beg to differ- with `ZaZaMaRaNDaBo`, Babe Ruth WILL be remembered forever, he's so integral to the american identity and America to the 20th century AT LEAST. And Jackie Robinson and Muhammad Ali will be remembered and revered as heroes FOREVER, and rightfully so- they weren't just heroes on the field or in the ring, but civil rights heroes, striving for equality one base hit or one body shot at a time.)
The Greeks remembered and revered their heroes and gods.
Europeans have honored and built statues in honor of King Arthur and his Knights and Robin Hood and his Merry Men, those legends and heroes...
Not to mention all the musical heroes that Europe has honored...
America has sports. Sports have defined this country since its inception; the first baseball games date back to Revolutionary times, and the first official game dates to before either the Civil War or even the Gold rush, way back to 1846.
James Earl Jones in "Field of Dreams" said it best:
"America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again- but BASEBALL has marked the times. This field, this game, its a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good- and could be again."
That's baseball, what it means for America. "I don't watch baseball" you say, or "Folks don't watch it as much anymore."
Itn doesn't matter. Baseball is like that grandfather ytou see only a couple of times a year, at the holidays. You don't see baseball or theat grandfather much, and you know they was once younger, maybe more innocent, and maybe have seen better days.
But they're here.
And if they hadn't been there, in a way, neither would you be.
Without those early baseball games, some even bringing armies from the North and South together to lay down their rifles for a bit and play ball, without that, we don't have 20th century baseball.
Without that, we don't have Babe Ruth, and all he stood for and exemplified about America in the 1920's- big, strong, carefree, more powerful than ever before, but a bit out of control, and not seeing the darker times that lay ahead, only NOW mattered.
Without Jackie Robinson and baseball being integrated, what happens with the Civil Rights Movement? Jackie mattered a lot, because BASEBALL MATTERED A LOT.
People can and do hate those of other skin colors or languages sometimes in America... but if that black boy or Jew or white boy or Latino can help you beat the Yankees, put him on the team!
THAT'S part of what makes sports so relevant, like the legends were for the Greeks. For the Greeks, if you wanted a life lesson played out before you, you listened to a play about a tragic hero or The Odyssey or Iliad or The Labors of Hercules.
For Americans, we watch the Super Bowl and think, "I want Peyton to win, he's a strong leader and a quiet man and stoic and clean-cut and everything I admire in a person" or else "Let's see the Saints win, because after all, if the Saints can go from the worst team to winning the Super Bowl, maybe we CAN rebuild New Orleans."
Baseball, "I love the Yankees, its the greatness and sheer perfection, business, professionalism, and they always win, and we love winners, I love winners!" or else "Damn those Yankees! Hoarding all the best players and all the moeny... it's un-American! Unfair! They're acting like royalty, and this country was founding on breaking away from that! I like that working class theam, the Brooklyn Dodgers/New York Giants/New York Mets, THAT'S the sort of image for me, for us- the hard-working mish-mosh of people, maybe not perfect stars but they're a melting pot of talent, just like us!"
And then the generational thing...
My grandfathers could tell me how they saw Babe and Lou Gehrig, or how Mel Ott amazed them as a kid, and they'd tell my uncle, and he'd grow up watching Mickey Mantle and Yogi Berra and Roger Maris do battle with Ted Williams and Jackie Robinson and Willie Mays and he'd tell ME about how it felt, hearing his father tell him stories, catching him balls at Yankee Stadium, and then the joy of him telling me.
And I can tell MY KIDS all that someday... and how I saw, live and in person, my biggest baseball hero as a boy, Mike Piazza, only once, at Dodger Stadium... and how he hit a home run down the baseline I was sitting near, and how it made me feel watching my hero, the only time I ever saw him, how he INSPIRED ME, how I can recall that image and the sounds and sights a decade later now, and many decades later when I tell those kids.
And I'll tell them how I saw Barry Bonds and McGwire and Sosa, and how they shamed the game and themselves, and how it was just like how America itself was growing greedier and more shameful, until the steroids issue burst... right around the time the economy did.
And how my grandmother was close to death, a life-long Yankees fan, in 2004, and as she's in surgery the Red Sox mounted that amazing comeback from 3-0 games down to win the Series 4-3, adn how SHE said she felt happier and amazed all the sick people around HER were inspired by the Sox pulling off the Impossible Dream.
And how I finally met friends to relate to, how they don't love sports anywhere near as much as me, but they'll watch baseball, how my best friend and her mother loved the Sox, and talking about that strengthened our bond, how another friend's family loved the Cubs, another the Dodgers...
How my drama teacher smile and laughed every time I'd stress about the Mets, because HER father, long gone, did the same thing... 35 years ago.
I can tell them all this...
And they'll be LINKED, in a way, with those friends, that teacher, my uncle and grandfathers and grandmother, to Babe and Lou and Mickey and Jackie and Willie and Mike Piazza and all the rest.
Sport is not jsut sport.
It's part of our tapestry, it weaves the generations together, for us, in America.
It's one of the few ways that we ARE kept alive forever- in the stories our fathers and mothers and uncles and grandparents and friends pass down to us, and we will, in turn, pass them down ourselves.
Babe Ruth will live on forever in this way, and so will Jackie... and so, in a way, will that grandfather who took my uncle to Yankee Stadium and caught balls for him.
That grandfather may be gone now, and Jackie, and the Babe... but they're NEVER GONE.