I wrote this poem the day after Ron Santo died. It may not mean much to a lot of you. If you live in Chicago perhaps you will enjoy it. Ron was muched love by many Chicago people, even by White Sox fans like me. This is my tribute to him.
Goodbye Old Cub
The young Cub swung a real mean bat
Hit singles doubles, triples too
And sent a lot of baseballs
Out there on Waveland Avenue.
Anytime he hit a fairball
He ran as fast as he could go
He hustled around the bases
It was a joy to watch the show.
He was a legend on third base
Not much got past his golden glove
He threw the ball like it was hot
This man all Cub fans grew to love.
Each time they won he'd click his heels
If lose, there'll be another day
Each time he stepped onto the field
You always knew he came to play.
When his playing days were over
He never really left the game
He was just another Cub fan
Unaffected by all his fame.
Goodbye old Cub, you were the best
We will always remember when
You took the field and made us proud
There will never be another ten.
Ron Flowers 12/4/2010
a nice tribute to a fine man.
Fine tribute to a man with grace...'unaffected by all his fame.'
A great tribute to one of baseball's most honorable men. They sure don't make them like that any more.