Ed Meese once said of pornography, “I know it when I see it.” I don’t doubt that. And when it comes to Hall of Fame baseball players, I feel the same way. Numbers never told the whole story of Ryne Sandberg. They told a lot. When he retired he had hit more homers than any second baseman, ever. He has the highest fielding percentage of any second baseman, ever. He won an MVP award, got jobbed out of another, hit 40 homers without the cream or the clear and he had a day when he gave Whitey Herzog and Bruce Sutter nightmares and made the Cubs relevant again.

He had a Hall of Fame baseball career, and today, it all became official. I knew it when I saw it, and in July in Cooperstown, so will everybody else. Ryne Sandberg’s a Hall of Famer.

I think, in hindsight, I knew he was a Hall of Famer just about the same time I started taking him for granted. As a kid my favorite Cub was Shawon Dunston. Why wasn’t it Ryne? Because that was too easy. He was too good. It didn’t take any effort to root for Ryne Sandberg. You knew what he was going to do. If somebody hit the ball to him, they were out. If a pitcher threw him a good curveball he was going to be out…but if they hung it, they were going to pay dearly.

In the history of baseball, no player has ever looked worse on one curveball, only to have the pitcher go back to the well and get smoked.

Harry Caray paid him the ultimate compliment. In tense situations, when the Cubs needed an out, any ball hit Ryne’s direction elicitied a “Don’t worry!” from Harry. Ryne was clutch. We didn’t always appreciate it like we should have.

He was at his best in those rare moments when the Cubs were playing for something important. He was the guy you wanted when there was a play to be made, either in the field or at the plate. He looked like a Hall of Famer. He played like a Hall of Famer. Apparently he knew before anybody else.

He was cool. He was never rattled. He wouldn’t say s@#$, if he had a mouth full of it. How embarassing is it now to see that during their time together Mark Grace got so much more attention than Ryne did?

Mark Grace will go to the Hall of Fame, too. The difference is that he’ll have to pay to get in, walk around and look at Ryne’s plaque.

You can say what you want about his homers that just found the Wrigley basket, or all the times he didn’t dive for a grounder. God knows, I said it. But I never, not once, didn’t realize what a great baseball player he was.

He had it all. Speed, power, the best and most accurate arm a second baseman’s ever had. Does anybody doubt that he wouldn’t have been a great third baseman if he’d stayed there, or a great shortstop?

Where will the Cubs hang his flag? Santo and Banks are on the left field foul pole. Billy Williams is on the right field pole.

How about hanging his in the left center gap, off the front of the basket?

It’ll drive the Cardinals fans crazy.

It’s perfect.

Here’s to you, Ryne Sandberg. The guy who made it look so easy it took two extra years for voters to figure out what we knew all along.

Make that, “Hall of Famer, Ryne Sandberg.”