This is true and, you know, I ain't ashamed.
It was after 10 a couple nights ago and I was walking through the living room and the tv was on and it was the news and there's a picture of a young girl with reddish-brown hair in a hospital room holding a signed 8 1/2 x 11" picture of Anthony Rizzo smacking the ball.
She's smiling, holding the photo, and another little girl is sitting next to her totally hamming it up for the camera.
It looks like a nice moment.
Then the news voice tells me that she's a cancer patient in St. Louis and somebody took the photo.
I stop in my tracks and all the emotions cycle through your head as you go from unbelievable to I'm SO ANGRY HOW COULD SOMEONE DO THAT to the news voice saying that Rizzo's sending her a new one and you feel relief and then, you know... crying.
Because it's so sad, the whole unfair, rotten deal.
And then there's Anthony Rizzo, the cancer survivor and brilliant focus of hope for sick people and not sick people.
It's a whole other thing, what Anthony Rizzo does.
You love him on the field - I can't go back in all my years of Cub Fannery and think of more of a leader.
But he also drags that leadership from the glitz of the ballpark and out into real life, out where there's also darkness and bad stuff.
And just like he does at Wrigley Field, he'll tell that bad stuff to show some respect.
You know about his foundation (if not, the online address isn't hard to remember: http://rizzo44.com/).
You know about the 3.5 million dollars of his own money he donated to Lurie's Children's Hospital.
If you google it, there are lots of videos of him visiting sick kids in hospitals.
These are real things he actually does.
Yesterday Anthony Rizzo won the Roberto Clemente award.
This award goes to the one player in baseball who "...best exemplifies the game of baseball, sportsmanship, community involvement and contribution to his team".
That's Anthony Rizzo.
Here's the story of the little girl, Abby Schrage.