Ron Santo was the most unintentionally funny person in the history of the world, the greatest Cubs fan there ever was and a constant presence in my life since I began listening to games on the radio a decade ago. When I decided to finally buy a Cubs jersey a year and a half ago, I didn't want a current player because I knew it would have a limited shelf life. I wanted one that would always have usefulness. Needless to say I picked Ron. I saw Ron on my way up to my seats at a game last year against Oakland, being escorted to the booth in his cart. I was too shell-shocked at the randomness of the encounter to really do anything, much less ask for an autograph, and I just kept walking. He sort of looked at me as I passed, probably noticing my jersey. Not saying hi or anything to Ron Santo will probably be one of those small regrets that I'll always have. R.I.P. Ronnie. Your replacement in the booth will be better at his job, but there is no way on earth they will be as fun to listen to.