I probably missed the board discussion on this yesterday, but I wanted to take a second to give a heartfelt RIP to Ryne Sandberg. Gone too soon.
As a young kid who grew up on a farm in rural Ontario, I had about 4-5 TV channels and 2 of them were fuzzy. That was until my Dad bought us one of those monster satellite dishes the physically turned to get more channels. The TV was off-limits for me if my Dad was home, but he was a farmer and thus he never came home until supper time each night. Luckily for me, this new dish got WGN. Of course the Cubs only played day games until 1988 and thus almost every single day, I'd come home from school and watch the last 3-4 innings of the Cubs game (and the full game during summer break), which was over by the time my Dad arrived home and took the control of the remote.
I have several fond memories of those Cubs teams. Mark Grace, Andre Dawson, Greg Maddux (whom I named my first born after), Shawon Dunston, Damon Berryhill, Glenallen Hill, etc. But I was 9 years old when Sandberg hit 40 HRs in 1990 and he quickly became my favourite player. I emulated his swing and wanted to play 2nd base (even as a lefty) because of him. When the game was over, I'd go out and throw/hit tennis balls off the back of the garage (I was an only child). I truly believe this is where my love of the game started and I found it incredibly difficult to hear of his passing yesterday. Between him and Hogan, it's been a week full of nostalgia and the realization of how old I've become. A wakeup call perhaps. But what memories I have of those Cubs teams and the amazing Wrigley Field. Harry Carry calling games and signing in the 7th inning. Life was easier back then.
RIP Ryno