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HAWK: PART 2: I JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE MY EARS
Kenneth Harrelson
July 21, 1969
Twice shocked and hurt by abrupt dismissals, baseball's least-retiring folk hero lands not only on his feet but on top of a mad, mod world. First he peddles himself for $150,000 to the pennant-bound Red Sox, then swallows his pride—after certain financial adjustments—to join up with Cleveland, a city that meets him with roses, poetry and song
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July 21, 1969

Hawk: Part 2: I Just Couldn't Believe My Ears

Twice shocked and hurt by abrupt dismissals, baseball's least-retiring folk hero lands not only on his feet but on top of a mad, mod world. First he peddles himself for $150,000 to the pennant-bound Red Sox, then swallows his pride—after certain financial adjustments—to join up with Cleveland, a city that meets him with roses, poetry and song

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That eliminated the last of my doubts about Atlanta, so I phoned Richards and accepted his offer.

"Fine," he said. "Come on down tomorrow and we'll hit a few golf balls."

That night I got a call from Dick O'Connell.

"Kenny," he said, "we've got to have you here in Boston."

"I'd love to go to Boston, Mr. O'Connell. But I have made a definite commitment to another club."

"You don't understand, Kenny. We've got to have you here. Haywood Sullivan tells me they offered you $112,000."

"That's right," I said. "It seems an awful lot of money to me."

"How much will it take for us to get you up here?"

What the hell is the matter with me? I thought. Since when am I so finicky about money? Here this guy is begging me to name my own figure to go to maybe the best organization in baseball in one of the best towns with a million opportunities to make money on the outside, and I'm playing hard to get.

"A lot more than I'm getting," I said.

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