I just learned that Ernie Banks died last night. From everything I ever read, saw or heard about Mr Cub, he was one of the genuinely good guys. He was always positive and upbeat, even with all the shit the early black players had to put up with. He brought his own sunshine with him wherever he went and he simply loved the game he played with such grace and power.
I had the pleasure of watching Ernie many times at old Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium. What a sweet hitter he was. He'd flick those wrists and the ball would just rocket.
Sadly, Ernie never got to the World Series. His Cubbies were even worse than the Phils. But he never complained or asked to be traded. He loved Chicago and Chicago loved him.
Rest in sweet peace Mr Banks. The world is a little less sunny today without you.
"Let's play two!"
I had the pleasure of watching Ernie many times at old Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium. What a sweet hitter he was. He'd flick those wrists and the ball would just rocket.
Sadly, Ernie never got to the World Series. His Cubbies were even worse than the Phils. But he never complained or asked to be traded. He loved Chicago and Chicago loved him.
Rest in sweet peace Mr Banks. The world is a little less sunny today without you.
"Let's play two!"
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