Eric Davis: a man’s man
By Hal McCoy | Friday, August 22, 2008, 08:13 PM
Look for Eric Davis to become a full-time coach with the Reds, probably next year.
He was with the team in Chicago and was supposed to fly back to his California home after the Cubs series, but there he was sitting in a dressing stall Friday in Coors Field.
“They said my services are needed,” said Davis. “So I go where my services are needed.”
There is talk about Davis becoming a full-time coach and he said general manager Walt Jocketty told him he wants to talk to him soon, probably about a job.
“I’m open,” said Davis.
Pardon my prejudice, but I believe it would be an outstanding move - for several reasons. Not only was Davis an outstanding players, he is an outstanding person, probably my all-time favorite.
When my oldest son, Brian, went to spring training with me and Davis was with the team, he took the time to be nice to my son - talked baseball and life with him. As a result, when my grandson was born 18 years ago, he was named Eric - after Eric Davis. I couldn’t have been more pleased.
When I was voted into the Hall of Fame, the Louisville Slugger company made a large plaque for me to hang over my desk. A bat was included and they asked what player’s bat I wanted affixed to the plaque.
Easy one, there. Eric Davis. So his bat hangs in my home office where I can see it every time I sit down at my desk.
Eric Davis is special in many, many ways.
In my entire career, I wrote one column I wish I had never written. There was talk that the Reds might trade Davis to the Phillies, but I got wind that some people in Philadelphia’s front office were leery of Davis because they thought he might be using drugs.
I wrote that. Why? I have no idea. It was somebody talking out of the side of their mouth. No truth to it. Eric Davis NEVER did drugs.
He was angry. Very angry. Rightly so. He talked to me about it and I felt so sad sitting there watching him after I’d put it out to the world that somebody thought he was doing drugs.
And you know what? Eric Davis forgave me. Never brought up the subject again. And he said nothing but nice things about me in his book.
That’s a man. A man’s man.