Sunday, September 28, 2003

We crazy like that, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers

I’ve seen what love looks like. It’s 40,000 adoring fans at beautiful Wrigley Field wildly cheering Ron Santo on the day the Chicago Cubs retired his number ten.

Diabetes has treated Ronnie like the Black Night in “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” but Ron has responded with laughter and class. It’s simple: If Santo is not inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, than the Baseball Hall of Fame sucks.

Best sign in a long time: Ron Santo for Governor of California.


How did the Chicago Cubs go from last place last year to division winners this year? Not to put too fine a point on it, but the next time I fly into Chicago, I better be landing at Dusty Baker Airport. Baker is proof that winning is contagious. Everyone in Chicago, and those of us away, but who love Chicago, has a little more bounce in their step. And that includes a third base great minus two legs.