Ernie Banks, known with great affection against his protestations as “Mr. Cub”, died yesterday, two days after theologian Marcus Borg.
Each excelled in his respective field, Ernie in the ivy-covered walls of “the Friendly Confines” of Wrigley Field, Marcus in the ivy-covered walls of the academy. Though their fields were different, their way of life was the same. It was humble.
Ernie objected to the “Mr. Cub” title, arguing that the designation should be shared among team members who excelled each year.
Marcus responded to the question “How do you know you’re right?” with “I don’t know. I don’t know that I’m right.”
Each was humble, and each anticipated death.
“I may have ten years left. Not sure I want more. There comes a time to let go. And I could, with gratitude, sooner than that. My life has been very blessed.”
– Dr. Marcus Borg (Mar. 11, 1942 – Jan. 21, 2015) to former student and friend, the Very Reverend Barkley Thompson, October, 2014.
“When I die, I want my ashes to be spread over Wrigley Field with the wind blowing out!”
– “Mr. Cub” – Ernie Banks (Jan. 31, 1931 – Jan. 23, 2015)
Thank you, Gentlemen, for the memories. R.I.P.