Farewell, Sammy. I knew this day would come, and that it would be sooner rather than later. I am truly sorry that things ended in Chicago the way they did. I, for one, was absolutely disgusted by the way people treated you on the way out, when just one year earlier they were lauding you as the king of the city. I will always cherish the memories. I liked you as a relatively skinny player in the mid 90's when you were putting up 30-30 years. I grew to adore you in 1998, and, unlike some, I haven't lost that love. Thank you, Sammy, for all the memories. I look forward to one day telling my kids stories about your playing days. I just hope I can one day enjoy baseball again as much as I did during the magical Summer of '98.