ron santo
He wasn't Mr. Cub or A-Rod or even the Great Bambino in matter of fact I don’t think he had a nickname, but then again he didn’t need one to be remembered. So it was with great sorrow that Cubs fans around the world reacted Friday when they learned Santo had died from complications of bladder cancer. He was 70. Thank you all for coming Ron would have been pleased with the outcome. For those of you who don’t know me, I am Tyler Horch, just another cub fan that Ron probably didn’t know. But that wouldn’t bother him one bit.
It was a great privilege for me to meet Ron, I can remember the meeting very clearly, it was about 5 years ago, at the Chicago Cub Convention to get his autograph. I can recall what a gentle gracious man he was with a warm sincere smile, he made me laugh on several occasions as he told me about his early life in Seattle, which, he could remember quite clearly and his broadcasting days in Chicago. Ronald Edward Santo Was born in Seattle Washington on February 25, 1940 and so began the life of the man that the people gathered here today are proud to call their father, friend, and even their hero. Ron was the son of Louis and Vivian Santo who also had a daughter, Adielene. Ron’s father wasn’t always there for him and his sister so Ron had to put his big boy pants on early than he probably wanted to, but he always made the best of things. Despite being born and raised in the coffee capital, his father was an ice cream man and Ron didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. Which was probably a good thing with Ron being a sport person, I don't think a cold ice cream truck would have been the best choice for him.
Ron started his baseball career for the Chicago cubs on June 26, 1960. The rookie Santo was making his major league debut against the Pirates and facing their best two pitchers Bob Friend,- who wasn’t much of a friend- and Vern Law. His teammates asked him the same question all day “are you nervous.” Was he nervous? When he took
It was a great privilege for me to meet Ron, I can remember the meeting very clearly, it was about 5 years ago, at the Chicago Cub Convention to get his autograph. I can recall what a gentle gracious man he was with a warm sincere smile, he made me laugh on several occasions as he told me about his early life in Seattle, which, he could remember quite clearly and his broadcasting days in Chicago. Ronald Edward Santo Was born in Seattle Washington on February 25, 1940 and so began the life of the man that the people gathered here today are proud to call their father, friend, and even their hero. Ron was the son of Louis and Vivian Santo who also had a daughter, Adielene. Ron’s father wasn’t always there for him and his sister so Ron had to put his big boy pants on early than he probably wanted to, but he always made the best of things. Despite being born and raised in the coffee capital, his father was an ice cream man and Ron didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. Which was probably a good thing with Ron being a sport person, I don't think a cold ice cream truck would have been the best choice for him.
Ron started his baseball career for the Chicago cubs on June 26, 1960. The rookie Santo was making his major league debut against the Pirates and facing their best two pitchers Bob Friend,- who wasn’t much of a friend- and Vern Law. His teammates asked him the same question all day “are you nervous.” Was he nervous? When he took