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Tribute To Ernie Banks (January 31, 1931- January 23, 2015)
This week will mark the seven-year anniversary of the death of the great Hall-of-Famer, Ernie Banks. Since he was my favorite player as a kid growing up in Chicago, I thought this would be a good time to re-post my tribute to Ernie which I wrote at the time of his death.
Ernie Banks, RIP
It’s a sad, sad day on the north side of Chicago. Ernie Banks is gone…
As a long-time Cub fan (since 1955), I always knew the dreaded day would eventually come when I would wake up and have to hear the sad news that Ernie Banks had passed away. That day finally came today.
It’s hard to put to words the impact Ernie Banks had on the life of a little five-year-old kid growing up on the north side of Chicago back in the 1950s, just starting out on a life-long love affair with baseball. One of my earliest—and fondest—recollections in life is sitting on my grandfather’s lap on lazy Sunday afternoons watching the Cubs play a doubleheader on the little black and white, 1950s-era television set with Jack Brickhouse
calling the game. I can still recall my grandfather saying, “That’s Ernie Banks, he’s real good!”
Even as a little kid, I could see he was a standout player, much better than anybody else on the Cubs. Not only did he play shortstop—and play it well—he hit home runs…lots of them! What kid doesn’t like to see home runs? And that was unheard of for a shortstop. “Why, you’d have to go all the way back to Honus Wagner,” according to my grandfather….
I fell in love with baseball back then, mostly because of that “wonderful old man,” as Brickhouse came to call him in later years. My story is no different from that of many of my friends and from many other Cub fans from my generation. That’s why we’re still Cub fans to this day, many years later, in spite of decades of ineptitude. That’s the kind of impact Ernie Banks had on our lives. And for that we’re forever grateful to him.
I can still hear the exuberant cheers that erupted from the stands whenever the old field announcer from the ’50s, raspy-voiced Pat Piper, announced Ernie’s name for the day’s game. Those cheers for Ernie always dwarfed the cheers for any other Cub player. It was always worth watching a Cub game to see Ernie play. Those Cub teams in the ‘50s were pretty miserable, so Brickhouse had little to get excited about…that is, except for this young power-hitting shortstop, just up from the Kansas City Monarchs, whoever they were. I can still remember how excited Brickhouse got whenever Ernie hit one into the bleachers: Back!…Back!…Back!…Hey! Hey! Atta’ boy, Ernie!
We all have fond memories of how Ernie stood at the plate, bent slightly forward at the waist, bat held erect, and fingers wiggling nervously along the shaft of the bat. Ernie was known for his incredibly strong wrists. I remember shaking hands with him once back in the 1970s shortly after he had retired. The reason I remember it so vividly is that I felt like I had literally put my hand into a vise! Yes, I can attest that Ernie had strong hands and wrists!
Ernie personified everything that is good about this game we grew to love in our childhood: his sunny disposition, his love of the game, the way he interacted with the fans. Everybody loved Ernie. How could you not like him? Even White Sox fans had a grudging admiration for him. I don’t think I ever heard a Sox fan say a bad word about him. He was a living personification of the Martin Luther King ideal of judging a man by the content of his character rather than the color of his skin. He lived this in the way he treated others—and in turn, the way others treated him. That’s because Ernie Banks had a rare but beautiful God-given gift of being able to bring out the very best in everyone he met. What a wonderful legacy! Who among us would not be proud to have the same said about us when our days are over?
Little did I know that 60 years later, the love affair for baseball he inspired in a five-year-old kid sitting on his grandfather’s lap would still be going strong. Ernie Banks was a great ballplayer for sure, but much more important than that, he was an even greater human being.
We’ve endured a great loss today and we’re all very sad to hear the news. No doubt a part of all of us goes with him. And yet our lives have been enriched because we have had Ernie Banks in our midst. May he rest in peace.
Photo Credit: Chicago Tribune, 24 January 2015; All others from Google search
Did he get his wish? Spread my ashes over Wrigley field with the wind blowing out. Great quote, I had to laugh out loud when I read it!
Great re-post, Gary, and I’m glad you did re-post. I hadn’t started following your daily news yet. Being in an American League area (Detroit), I never got to see Ernie play in person. I could only see him on The Game of the Week. Even though Detroit TV stations didn’t carry the game of the week until the mid-60’s, I was able to see them out of a Toledo, Ohio station with Dizzy Dean and Pee Wee Reese broadcasting for Falstaff beer then Hamm’s. I would look forward to seeing the Cubs because he was my favorite ball player. He always looked like he enjoyed playing. No gripes; no scandals; no berating other players; always with a smile! Other than his death, the only other sad story to Ernie is that he never got to play in a World Series! I had hoped he would get traded during his last year to the strongest contender just to give him that opportunity even if it was the dastardly Yankees! Ernie was a man I always looked up to and always will! Thanks, again for re-post!
Thanks Larry!
Great article, Gary! Growing up in Chicago, Ernie was the face of the Cubs for as long as I can remember. It seemed like there was never anyone who could say a bad word about him (at least until Leo Durocher came to town in 1966), and how could there be? He treated everyone with respect and was given respect in return. (Buck O’Neil, who was his mentor in Kansas City, was much the same way.) That respect in baseball came through in 1958 and 1959, when he became the first player on a sub-.500 team to be named MVP, and was the first player in the NL to win the award in consecutive years. He was a great roll model, a great man and is missed greatly, but we’re fortunate to have had him pass our way.
Thanks for the kind words Robb! Looks like we’re from the same era. Are you still in the Chicago area? I live in Park Ridge. Stay in touch!