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Tommy Druen: Grace in an era of flash Previous Column: Next chapter of progress should be co-authored By Tommy Druen In 1983, at six years old, I fell in love. That was when my Uncle Billy gave me a pack of Fleer baseball cards--my first. At that point, I'd never watched a full baseball game. Maybe I'd caught bits and pieces when my dad or grandfather had one on, but that was it. Still, I devoured those cards as if I'd uncovered sacred texts. I studied every detail on the back, absorbing them like scripture. That same year, I played t-ball for the first time. I remember my dad taking me to Heck's department store to buy a glove. Whether by choice or fate, I came home with a Rawlings bearing the signature of Ryne Sandberg. The name leapt out--I knew it as one of the 15 cards I now cherished. I already knew the essentials: 6'1", 190 pounds, from Spokane, Washington. High school football standout. Third baseman for the Chicago Cubs. I couldn't have found Chicago on a map, and likely didn't even know what a Cub was. But I had a favorite player--and therefore, a team. I'd love to say I played like Sandberg. However, in my undistinguished athletic career, baseball may have been my weakest link. By age 11, I had moved on from playing and wouldn't return until age 43. Still, my affection for the game endured. You don't need to play something well to love it deeply. Back then, rural Kentucky offered little in the way of television--usually just three channels. But at some point, WGRB, a small UHF station out of Campbellsville, joined the Reds television network. This led to many of my friends being Reds fans. Others, who lived in town and had cable, watched the Braves on TBS. And while I would sometimes tune in to WGRB on the black and white set in my room, my loyalty didn't wane. I stuck with the Cubs. I admired plenty of players--Andre Dawson, Mark Grace, Shawon Dunston--but it was always about Sandberg. In 1991, the world opened up more: my parents bought a satellite dish. For a kid raised on a metaphorical diet of beans and rice, it felt I had discovered a buffet. That summer, I discovered Welcome Back, Kotter, Short Attention Span Theater, and Canadian television. But most importantly, I found WGN--the home of the Chicago Cubs. I loved everything about it: the ivy-covered walls of Wrigley Field, the fans atop buildings on Waveland Avenue, and the always-inebriated Harry Caray gleefully mangling the names of Hispanic players. But above all, I loved watching my guy, Ryne Sandberg, playing second base with quiet excellence. The Cubs were rarely contenders. But Sandberg was always steady. He wasn't flashy. He wasn't making SportsCenter's top plays. But he was dependable, precise, and dignified. He once said, "In baseball, there's always the next day." It's a quote that speaks to the rhythm of the game--but also to life itself. Sandberg embodied that idea. He didn't demand attention; he earned respect. Even when the team faltered, he was unshaken. On September 21, 1997, two Cubs legends exited the stage. Sandberg retired, and Caray called his final game. Sandberg was 38--old for a ballplayer, though now I know, still a young man. I've enjoyed plenty of baseball since, but I can't deny something within me dimmed that day. Sandberg's career didn't end there. He managed in the minors for close to a decade. In 2010, when Lou Piniella stepped down, he was considered for the Cubs managerial job. I still think it was a mistake they passed him over. He later managed the Phillies for a few seasons, but it never seemed right seeing him in another uniform. On July 28, 2025, the man who unknowingly led me--and many of my generation--into a lifelong love of baseball died at 65 after a battle with prostate cancer. Just like when he retired, that age doesn't feel far away anymore. And just like in 1997, I feel like another small piece of me is gone. Of course, Sandberg wasn't perfect--none of us are. But to me, he was something close. He represented stability, discipline, and grace in an era of flash. I'll always remember sitting on the floor as a six-year-old, flipping over that card, and being mesmerized. Rest in peace, Ryno. Thank you--for the game, the joy, and the memory of what it felt like to fall in love with baseball. Tommy Druen is a native of Metcalfe County, with roots in Adair County going back to the 18th century. He presently lives in Georgetown, Kentucky and can be reached at tommydruen@gmail.com. This story was posted on 2025-07-30 09:15:10
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