Roseboro Column Brings Much Support

Bravo to Bill Plaschke’s column about John Roseboro. Time has allowed us to forget the greats of baseball. Unless someone’s record is broken, little is heard until the obituary is written.

I am a lifelong Dodger fan. I was too young to really appreciate Campy and I was always impressed watching Yeager and Scioscia call a game in the ‘70s and ‘80s. But my teen years in the ‘60s, that was when John Roseboro was synonymous with the name Dodgers.

My thoughts and prayers go to John Roseboro and his family. We all thank you for many years of pleasure watching the Dodgers. It is especially heartening to hear of the loyalty from the other Dodgers, even Juan Marichal, who may have ended his career with the Dodgers, but will forever be a Giant. To all the greedy, self-impressed All-Stars of today, a big lesson in class from one of the Dodger greats. Good luck, John, and thank you.

Ron Forino

Lake Forest

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Johnny Roseboro had a quiet dignity in his approach to the game. The photo of him sitting next to Roy Campanella brought to memory the reason for my childhood love of the game. No fancy equipment, only small gloves that molded to the dimensions of the catcher’s hand over time, and those plain dusty black shoes with the metal cleats. I loved the game then; now I merely casually glance at the standings, and read some articles now and again. Fortunately, the terrific article about Roseboro sparked my interest.

If a fan from the distant past can say anything to John Roseboro, it would be that while the count may be two strokes against you, I for one trust that you will always be ahead of the count.

Scott St. Denis

Burbank