For those that don't know, long time CUB third baseman and radio broadcaster, Ron Santo died on Thurs. I listened all day long to eulogies of him on our local radio station, WGN. WGN has broadcast EVERY CUB game since 1947. I grew up listening to them over the years. I lived and died with the few good years and moaned and groaned when they swooned.
I was even scouted by them once, when I played fast pitch softball after highschool. I'm 6'4" and 215 back then and liked to hit homeruns, something not that easy in softball. Even in 16" softball (sometimes called mushball becaus the big ball gets soft after a while) I could hit a home run, but you really had to run those out as fast as you could.
They didn't give me a contract but I always had the thought in my mind that they should have!
Okay, that's a pipe dream but one that stayed with me all my life. And I followed every CUB game I could since then. The 1969 team just brokoe my heart when they lost out to the Mets that year. And 2003, losing to the Miami Fish just saddened for days afterward that last game was lost.
Needless to say that this post is basically about the fact that I very sad right now and have been since I woke up yesterday and heard that Ron was gone. He's the first of the star players on that 1969 team to go. That whole year, as they were wining and seemed like they would go on to the Pennent and Series, I was there with them in spirit every game. Every game I felt that I should be there out on the field with them.
So Ron's loss is something I feel very deeply. I don't expect everyone or anyone here to understand or feel the same.
But even those that don't know about Santo the player and broadcaster should know that he was an off the field leader for many people too. He was a type 1 diabetic since he was 18 and just started his career. He had to hide it back then so the club didn't trade him or release him. And he was guessing, everyday, at how to medicate himself. Then didn't have the treatments then that they do now.
I had watched four of my uncles come down with type 1 and all of them died from it!
So Ron had become an almost personal icon for me of someone who suceeded were my uncles didn't.
Ron led the fight to find a cure for diabetes in Illinois, with his yearly "walk for the cure" that collected millions of dollars for research.
I only hope that no one here minds this post. I just feel I have to say something and share it with someone right now.
Dennis A. Lederle
