Howdy folks. I know it has been a while. Sorry. Life. Who knew?
I am chiming in quickly with my reaction to the wonderful news that Mr. Andre Dawson was elected to the Hall of Fame.
What took so long?
Hawk’s numbers speak for themselves–I won’t go into those. But he seemed to be one of the guys who helped baseball transition from bulky power hitters to sluggers who could also run and play defense. Opposing base runners would not dare run on that gun of an arm in right field. I can remember many a game where somebody would try to score from 2nd base or go 1st to 3rd on a base hit only to find themselves sent to the bench by Dawson’s mighty arm.
One of the scariest moments of my childhood occurred when I watched Awesome Dawson get beaned in the face by the San Diego Padres’ Eric Show. I remember the Hawk’s body lying there, motionless, at home plate while everybody charged the mound on his behalf. The Cubs loved the guy, and the Cubs fans adored him.
He was mythic in proportion. I remember my dad telling me about seeing Dawson at a Cubs Convention in the 80s. “His body is like a V,” my dad said. Broad shoulders, strong chest, perfect physique for hitting the ball out of the park or stealing second base. The guy was something.
I am really happy that another Cub has been able to be enshrined in Cooperstown. It is long overdue. Congrats, Hawk, and enjoy it.
Now, how about a certain Cubs third baseman getting some love from the Veteran’s Committee?