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Cubbie Blues
There was a ballplayer named "Ron", I would always run home to watch him on television. He batted fourth and played the third base spot, That's the corner they always called "Hot". As a power hitter and great fielder he stayed, Fifteen years in the big leagues he played. An "All Star" player many times over, Because he was a perennial "Gold Glover". He wore the number 10 on his uniform, But his emotions for his team on his sleeve were worn. Ron Santo was this player's name, He should be in baseball's "Hall of Fame". He was tenacious about his life's view, Ever positive, as he fought Diabetes and Cancer too. I had the good fortune to meet the man, And listened to his story of the "Black Cat"....SCRAM!!! He raised awareness and millions for JDRF, Gone now to the ages, this his legacy would be left. One thing that all of you should know, Wherever he went, he put on a great show. On a "Field of Dreams" he now will play, Where he can click his heels every day. Swollen with tears now our red eyes we rub, At the endearing loss of "This Old Cub". We'll miss his radio groans, his sighs, and his laughter too, Because like us, his veins ran only with "Cubbie Blue".
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