This really doesn’t belong here but I think there are some posters that can relate. Feel free to remove if necessary.
When I was 8 I bought my first packs of baseball cards(1989 Topps)and that’s about when my obsession with all things Cubs/Ryne Sandberg began. I was about 10 when he hit 40 HRs annd won the HR derby, and about 13-14 when he crushed me by retiring(the first time). I didn’t just have all his cards, starting lineups, posters, I even pissed my dad off by cutting up his newspaper’s sports section just to save Sandberg’s box scores.
I didn’t get WGN so when the Cubs played the Mets, Braves, Phillies, or Pirates and I had a chance to watch him live, I was glued to the television. In short, I idolized Sandberg.
Losing your childhood idol is strangely sad. I’ve never met the guy yet I find myself reliving my sandlot years and mourning the loss of a guy that inspired a kid’s dream.
RIP Ryno
When I was 8 I bought my first packs of baseball cards(1989 Topps)and that’s about when my obsession with all things Cubs/Ryne Sandberg began. I was about 10 when he hit 40 HRs annd won the HR derby, and about 13-14 when he crushed me by retiring(the first time). I didn’t just have all his cards, starting lineups, posters, I even pissed my dad off by cutting up his newspaper’s sports section just to save Sandberg’s box scores.
I didn’t get WGN so when the Cubs played the Mets, Braves, Phillies, or Pirates and I had a chance to watch him live, I was glued to the television. In short, I idolized Sandberg.
Losing your childhood idol is strangely sad. I’ve never met the guy yet I find myself reliving my sandlot years and mourning the loss of a guy that inspired a kid’s dream.
RIP Ryno
