More than a few people are smiling and nodding these days when they think about Bernie Stowe, the beloved clubhouse manager of the Reds who died this week, and I'm among his eternal admirers.
Stowe specialized in comforting. Trust me. He and I went back to May 1975, when I entered a Major League clubhouse for the first time ever, as a terrified freshman for the Miami University newspaper in Oxford, Ohio. I was 40 miles south of campus in Cincinnati at Riverfront Stadium, where I entered the world of my childhood heroes on the Big Red Machine.
Terence Moore is a columnist for MLB.com. This story was not subject to the approval of Major League Baseball or its clubs.