Tony Gwynn, hitter nonpareil, died in mid-June of the kind of cancer that should have sent a chill through every clubhouse in baseball. A member of the dip-and-spit set when he played, Gwynn suffered salivary gland cancer. He was only 54 at his death.
In a story looking at baseball’s and the Braves’ reaction to Gwynn’s death — to appear in Sunday’s print edition of the AJC, as well as on myajc.com — it was necessary to include the disclaimer that there was no precise science connecting Gwynn’s cancer to his past use of smokeless tobacco.
But, c’mon, a little common sense here. Gwynn had said the cancer begin very near the area of his mouth where he once loaded his dip. He blamed his fate on his tobacco use. Even without the seal of definitive medical proof, that should be good enough for the third of baseball that still spews foul brown juice.
The use of chewing and dipping tobacco has been a stain on baseball, literally, since forever. Trying it is a rite of passage for every young player — the nausea and the dizziness that the first-timer experiences, that’s just all good fun. Staying with it is a sort of concession, a player admitting he can figure no better way to spend his many idle hours than to stuff a caustic weed in his mouth and spit it out one dirty dribble at a time.
And once they get hooked, good luck trying to get off the nicotine dragon.
An athlete faces so many risks that he or she is powerless to avoid. Each sport takes its own kind of toll on joint and organ. Why in the name of Nike — the winged goddess of victory, not the shoe — would anyone willingly add to the potential harm by taking up such a frivolous, filthy habit?
Not as many in baseball use the stuff now as 20 years ago. And some have been forced to a reckoning by the news of last month. Braves closer Craig Kimbrel for one seemed genuinely motivated to quit his dipping when the season is done.
But I fear too many players will put off the hard work of quitting until the season passes, gradually set aside the lesson of this summer and stay with the slow, comfortable slide that smokeless tobacco provides. Then it will be just the same ol’ spit from there.
Gwynn’s legacy deserves so much more than that.
http://www.ajc.com/news/sports/further-review-hey-baseball-time-to-quit-the-spit/ngYZ5/
