This is a little unorthodox, but it’s not a post about movies or games. It’s about a great man. A man, I felt like I knew pretty well… but never met Ron Santo.
He played 3rd base for the Cubs in the 60’s and 70’s. You can find some highlight reels on Youtube. He was nothing short of an amazing 3rd baseman. He had Hall of Fame stats… but came just short of the Hall of Fame voting by only a couple of votes… for decades.
That’s some fucking bullshit.
But anyway, I remember being in the backseat of my dad’s car when I was three years old… a newly born Cub fan. My Dad turned on the radio… and there was a man named Ron Santo. I didn’t know who that was, but my Dad filled me in on everything. I was amazed. And to do all the things he did while managing his diabites the best he could.
Whenever I got into a car during baseball season, first thing I would do is look for Ron’s voice on the radio. He was like an old friend. He was the ultimate Cubs fan, more than any of us could ever dream of being. I thought I was into the games. He was never afraid to show his emotions on the radio… that’s what made him so awesome to listen to. Not to mention all the great banter about the good old days.
Even when the game was slow and boring, he would always have something cool to talk about. He was a real professional. Unlike those clowns on the South Side.
How bout putting him in the Hall of Fame now guys… Geez…
I feel like a lost a friend today. But I think as Cubs fans, we all lost a great friend.
2011 is here Cubs, it’s time to win one for Ron. Too bad he didn’t get to live to see it.
He lived and died bleeding Cubbie blue. We should do the same. R.I.P. Ron, we’ll miss you.