I was surprised by how composed and articulate Ron Santo was in the pre-game number retirement ceremony today. I thought for sure he’d break down two or three times trying to get through it. But he did a great job. It was very moving.
And he predicted the Cubs would go “all the way,” so it must be.
Santo was my dad’s favorite player, and it’s easy to see why. He played with passion and overcame the diabetes he grew up with and played with every day of his career. And perhaps this is just the emotion of the day talking here, but I think Santo means more to Cubs fans than the two other living greats whose numbers fly on the foul poles in Wrigley, Ernie Banks and Billy Williams.
While Williams is greatly respected and admired by Cubs fans, I don’t think he is beloved as such. The real competition here is Ernie Banks, long known as “Mr. Cub.” In a way, his eternally optimistic and upbeat “Let’s play two” attitude represented everything wrong with the Chicago Cubs organization for so many years. It was enough to have a beautiful ballpark and hit a home run or two.
While I don’t know enough about Ernie Banks to speculate about his inner desire to win, the image he presented to the public was that of a happy-go-lucky who wanted to lead the Cubs to greatness, sure, but was just as happy winning back-to-back MVP awards for second-division teams in 1958 and 1958. “Mr. Cub,” if not Ernie Banks, represents the Cubs’ history of complacency.
Santo, on the other hand, represents the intense, burning fire every real Cubs’ fan feels to see them become champions. Not just once, but for a decade. Cubs fans deserve not just a winner, but a dynasty. Santo played that way, and I think it’s clear from his emotional reactions as a color analyst on WGN radio that he still feels that way.
Retiring Santo’s number now, instead of waiting for his eventual enshrinement in the Hall of Fame, may perhaps symbolize the Cubs organization’s rededication to building that dynasty we all so badly want to see.
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