Today my childhood hero goes into the hall of fame. Cooperstown. For a boy from Seattle to a minor leaguer to one of the best to ever play the game. I moved to Chicago in 84 when Ryno came into his own and won the MVP leading his team to the playoffs for the first time in about 30 years. The words class and pro do not quite do justice to the man that for 10 years straight not only was an All Star but was a cub. He went to the park every day and played his ass off no matter if they were in first (couple of times) or last (most of the time). Most importantly, he gave a young Lazlo something to believe in. He looked like you, me.. Hell, he looked like my dad. But most importantly he acted like a mother fucking man and a half.
Ryno this is the best compliment I can give… this beer is for you… you deserve it. CONGRATS
This is Lazlo saying, may our heroes ever stay golden, pony boy.