THIS. IS. THE YEAR!!!!!!

[Richard Chuggar]

That Ron Santo died.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/sports/baseball/cubs/chi-ron-santo-chicago-cubs-obit,0,1699814.story

[Fork]

This Dead Cub.

[Tonker]

That Ron Santo died.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/sports/baseball/cubs/chi-ron-santo-chicago-cubs-obit,0,1699814.story

Intrepid reader : Huey

Thank fuck for that.

[PANK!]

Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

[Bort]

Ah, JEEZ!

[Sterling Archer]

This Dead Cub.

This Cold Cub.

[Fork]

So much for his legs regenerating.

[Bort]

So much for his legs regenerating.

Okay, I laughed.

[Lance Dicksons Arm]

Boy, oh boy, oh boy.  I can't believe he didn't live to see the Cubs win.

[morpheus]

Intrepid Reader: Section 242

But what about Pat?  Did Ronnie at least take Pat with him?

[R-V]

Looks like this particular Santo death rumor has some legs.

[powen01]

 C'mon Ronnie.  Walk it off.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

Well this is a hell of a way to start the day.

I mean, now it seems that (barring a December game-changer) Huey's finally taking the prize.

http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=tEvra8aPSTDmrRGJT9-vybQ&single=true&gid=3&output=html
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=tEvra8aPSTDmrRGJT9-vybQ&single=true&gid=5&output=html

This could wind up being literally the worst thing to happen all year.

[R-V]

Christ on a triscuit. I haven't seen maudlin horseshit like this since I traveled into the future and read Huey's Brett Favre obituary.

Ron Santo is entering a new league, the highest level of all. And there he will never again be betrayed by his passion, his perseverance, his enormous love of life, the joy he found amid more pain and heartache than any dozen men should have to endure.

Bladder cancer reportedly claimed the Cubs' greatest cheerleader, who had battled diabetes for most of his life. He slipped into a coma on Wednesday and died Thursday in Arizona. He was 70, going on 17.

If these things could be measured like runs crossing the plate, the finally tally for Santo would be something like this: Delight 5,410, Bitterness 0.

On the plus/minus scale of Phil Rogers awfulness, I give this a +7.

[Brownie]

Christ on a triscuit. I haven't seen maudlin horseshit like this since I traveled into the future and read Huey's Brett Favre obituary.

Ron Santo is entering a new league, the highest level of all. And there he will never again be betrayed by his passion, his perseverance, his enormous love of life, the joy he found amid more pain and heartache than any dozen men should have to endure.

Bladder cancer reportedly claimed the Cubs' greatest cheerleader, who had battled diabetes for most of his life. He slipped into a coma on Wednesday and died Thursday in Arizona. He was 70, going on 17.

If these things could be measured like runs crossing the plate, the finally tally for Santo would be something like this: Delight 5,410, Bitterness 0.

On the plus/minus scale of Phil Rogers awfulness, I give this a +7.

Bitterness 0??? Bitterness 0? He put 1969, any philosophical differences with Leo Durocher, his problems with the Wrigleys, his one long year with the White Sox, and his inability to get in the Hall of Fame aside easily. He took all of that in stride.