White Winmar wrote:I know the Doc was truly great, but comparing him with Lindrum and Bradman is a little OTT, to say the least. They had to change the rules to beat the other two, to bring them back to the field. Even then, that failed. As I stated earlier in the thread, if we extrapolate The Don's stats to fit the AFL, he would've won 6 Brownlows, 18 best and fairests, and eight Colemans. Lindrum was so dominant, he outscored his opponents by thousands of points. A mate of mine who still plays the ancient game of billiards, reckons Lindrum's scoring was so dominant that it would be like someone scoring one hundred goals in a game of AFL. Then again comparing people from different sports is a case of comparing apples and oranges.
With the greatest of respect to the Doc, he is not clearly considered to be the greatest AFL player of all time. He's not even clearly considered to be the greatest saint. Great? Yes. The greatest? Far from it. Did they need to change the rules to curb his dominance? No.
Not my quote, WW, Ian Stewart's. Stewart was an emotional man, prone to regular bouts of going OTT, on many a front.
But, I can say, without the slightest fear of contradiction, Stewart idolised Doc, and truly did feel himself unworthy in his presence. I'm not saying he was right, just how highly he rated the man. I also know Doc spent an enormous amount of time trying to get Stewart to stop the idolising, and gather faith in himself. That 2 hour conversation I mentioned earlier was highlighted, in part, by Margaret's tales of Stewie's devotion to Doc (some were truly bizarre, but that wasn't new ground for Stewie), and what Doc did to lift him up above his idolatry. And, Margaret didn't relate those tales on a critical note, more sadness.
Another personal tale - '86, 20 year anniversary of '66, reunion. Started on the Thursday, and I and buds had been in the SC watching training (over a cool libation, naturally). Went downstairs after training, into the Bistro, for a few quiet closers, and we saw a mob of '66'ers gathering, along with wannabes and pre-'66 types, and not just from our club (e.g. Sam Newman). We parked ourselves in a corner, not far from this group. Then we heard Cowboy say "He's on his way".
When Doc entered the building it was beyond salutory. The great man had returned - it took him an age to get beyond those who held him in awe. He shook hands with numerous, engaged many, always with a smile. He made it to the high roller group, which by that time numbered 15.
About an hour, or so, later, along time, and still, colleague, suggested I nip over to the group and tell Doc what I thought of him. By that time we'd been there for a good number of hours, so the bravado was up. Over I wandered, tapped Doc on the shoulder, at which point he turned away from the group to acknowledge my 'introduction'. I just told him I wanted to acknowledge what he'd done, for so many, and how so many of us regarded him so highly. The conversation went something like this:
Doc: 'Thanks young fella - would you like a drink?'.
Me (dumbstruck): "Er, ah, no thanks, I'm fine - I'm with a group of mates just behind us".
Doc: 'They don't look like they're going anywhere - let me get you a drink'
SAM NEWMAN: 'Doc, who's shout is it?'
Doc: 'Yours, John'.
Newman: 'MINE?!'
Doc: 'Yes, yours'. (others all chipping in, particularly Cowdy, commenting that if he wanted to drink with the great man then he needed to play by the rules).
Newman (sour): 'Alright how many am I buying?'
Doc: '16'.
Newman: 'But, the last shout was only 15'.
Doc: 'You're buying one for the young fella here'.
Newman: 'He's not in our shout!'
Doc: 'He is now.'
And, that's how I got a free drink from Sam Newman. And, when Newman handed me the drink, as I was grinning from ear to ear, the Doc just smiled, talked to me until I finished the drink and bid him adieu, and the rest, led by Cowdy, again, laughed their heads off at Newman.
And, a couple of years later, when I had the 2 hour chat with Doc and Margaret (the one I mentioned earlier), Doc remembered what had happened that Thursday night, without being prompted (it's a unique head I've got). And, he laughed at Newman's moaning, but without condemnation (....'Oh, John's just a.....').
A giant, a very decent man, and without any hubris or dominance of ego.
If only there were more like him.
'I have no new illusions, and I have no old illusions' - Vladimir Putin, Geneva, June 2021