Coming back here is not easy. The racism that I played here, when I played here, the difficulty of going through different places where we traveled.

Fortunately, I had a manager and I had players on the team that helped me get through it. But I wouldn't wish it on anybody.

Today, there are people in the United States that seek to divide by race that seek to dominate.

We hear again a siren call of supremacy, Confederate flags flying and marching.

Reggie Jackson is telling a profound truth here.

If a vote for Donald Trump puts him back in the White House because he doesn't believe in voting rights,

he doesn't believe in civil rights, he doesn't believe in equality or justice under the law.

He believes in retribution. He believes in punishment. He believes in a

dark vision of the world. The world that Reggie Jackson is talking about is not very far away.

It is June the 21st, 137 days to go until the American presidential election.

Today, we're going to talk about baseball and we're going to talk about Mr. October, Reggie Jackson.

I'm 53 years old, which meant I was seven years old in 1977, and I don't care what anybody

says.

There's never been a team like those 1977, 1978 New York Yankees teams.

It was exciting.

It was off the hook.

And Reggie Jackson was a giant of my childhood. When I was seven

years old, it really never occurred to any of us that Reggie Jackson was anywhere before he was

in New York Yankee. It was as if he just appeared spontaneously to win World Series games.

He famously said he was the straw that stirred the drink, and he was.

Every single Yankee fan of a certain age will always remember the moment

when on three swings of the bat in a single World Series game. The man remembered by baseball fans forever as Mr.

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