Ernie Banks was already a mega-star when I started watching baseball as a kid in the mid-1960s.
The Cubs, or any other team for that matter, weren’t on TV 150 times a year, so you watched when you could. You learned to read the box scores, pay attention to “The Game of the Week” and collect baseball cards.
Lots of baseball cards.
And I had a bunch of the Chicago Cubs’ first baseman.
He was smiling. Always smiling.