This is more about Bill Veeck and my dad, Al, than it is about Cuban baseball.
I think it was September, 1976.
I was visiting my parents and siblings in Highland Park, Illinois after a business meeting in Chicago.
I sat in the kitchen reading the sports section of the Chicago Sun Times and read that Chicago White Sox owner Bill Veeck was contemplating a series of off-season games between the Chicago entry in the American League and the Cuban national team.
I called Comiskey Park and left a message for Veeck:
I was the mayor of Madison, I visited Cuba last year and would be glad to assist in any way. I could be reached the rest of the day at my parents' home. They told me that Veeck was expected back at the ballpark about 5:00 PM.
I clearly left my first name.
I knew there might be confusion. After all, Dad was the only Mr. Soglin in the house. I told my mother that if Veeck called while I was gone, it was for me, not Dad, a rabid Cub fan.
Long ago, he gave up wondering where he had gone wrong in raising a son who loathed the northsiders.
My worst fears were realized when I returned home about 4:00 PM. My younger brothers were in hysterics. They rushed to tell me about this prank phone call for Dad from Bill Veeck.
My heart sunk, and I imagined the worst.
One of them answered the telephone and summoned Dad. Later we reconstructed the conversation:
Caller: Mr. Soglin? Hello, this Bill Veeck returning your call.
Dad: Who?
Caller: This is Bill Veeck, you called me.
Dad: Who the hell is this?
Caller: Bill Veeck, Bill Veeck from the White Sox.
Dad: Who the hell is this? What are you guys up to...
Caller: Bill Veeck, maybe I have the wrong....
Dad: Which sonofabitch is this? I'll see you guys Tuesday night...of all the stupid #^%#*#)%...
Veeck: click
I summoned all the courage possible and called Comiskey Park and asked for Bill Veeck. He was on the line immediately. I hastily apologized for my family and my Dad. I explained that he was a Cub fan, and he assumed the call was a practical joke by one of his buddies.
Veeck, knowing how White Sox and Cub fans felt about the opposing teams, chuckled and said no apology was necessary - he rather enjoyed the explanation. The family differences over the Cubs and White Sox and Dad's colorful language were things he appreciated.
I told him about my trips to Cuba and their interest in American baseball. We discussed Hank Aaron passing babe Ruth on the all time home run list and the greatest Cuban hitter to play in the United States, my hero Minnie Minoso - "Minnie Minoso is not a friend of the revolution, but he is our hero and he is always welcome in Cuba."
I offered to provide introductions to Cuban officials if Veeck was interested. The White Sox owner thanked me, and said if he could get this by the Commissioner of Baseball, Bowie Kuhn, he would be back in touch with me.
Veeck never called back.