Killebrew has been married for four years. He has two sons, Cameron, 3, and Kenneth, 1. He has had little chance to see them lately, however, for, as he is discovering for himself, heroes are public property. Everybody wants him for something; interviews, endorsements and how-do-you-dos. Since he is an agreeable sort and new at the business of being a celebrity, he rarely says no.
One day recently, for instance, he met Secretary of Defense Neil McElroy at the Pentagon in the morning, then hustled over to a Kiwanis Club lunch at noon. Everyone in the room was excited about the Senators. Washington had beaten Detroit the night before, and they were in the first division. Killebrew had hit two home runs.
After the lunch came speeches by members of the club: Lavagetto, Bob Allison, the rookie centerfielder who looks like a .300-hitting fullback, and Roy Sievers, the team captain. Killebrew spoke in the cleanup spot.
"People have been comparing me to Joe Hardy, the hero of the musical Damn Yankees," Killebrew told the group, referring to the George Abbott-Douglass Wallop hit show of a few years back. "You might be interested to hear what Bob Addie told me the other night after I had struck out against the Yankees to end the game. 'You may look like Joe Hardy to some,' Addie told me, 'but today you were more like Andy Hardy.' "
When the gathering broke up, Harmon hopped into his red-and-white Ford station wagon and made the half-hour drive to his apartment in Alexandria, Va. In the kitchen Elaine Killebrew, tall and blonde, was preparing spareribs. Harmon greeted her and sat down in the living room. It was sparsely furnished: a couch, a few chairs and a portable television set which was tuned in on a courtroom drama. There were no rugs.
"One writer who came out here wrote that the reason our apartment has so little furniture is that I didn't expect to stick with the team," said Harmon. "That just isn't so. This is a furnished apartment and this is all they give us."
Elaine came in from the kitchen. Harmon told her that Bob Wolff, the radio announcer, had asked him to attend a father-son softball game the next day. She looked displeased.
"Cammy cried for an hour after you left this morning," she said.
Elaine served the spareribs. Harmon ate; she didn't. Presently the Killebrew boys awoke from their naps. Cammy was sent outside to play. Kenny, eyes and nose red from a cold, stayed inside. Harmon and Elaine visited a few minutes more. Then it was 4 o'clock, time for Harmon to leave for the ball park.
"Drop around again some time," Elaine said to him.