How do you spell "Hall of Fame?" I dunno, but it's got a "T" in it now.
This is a wonderful day to be a Padre fan. My childhood hero is a Hall of Famer. It was an honor and a privelege to grow up in the 80's in San Diego, watching a rising star named Anthony Keith Gwynn go from the anonymous outfield at Jack Murphy Stadium into the national spotlight.... and the record books. I went to hundreds of Padres games, watching hundreds of players come and go, but for twenty years, like a rock, there was a sturdy and reliable anchor in right field.
Thank you, T.
The only question is how anybody (besides this pantywaist douche) could have left T. off their HOF ballot. Only 97.61 percent? Not nearly enough. Less than Ripken? A slap in the face. If ever there was a unanimous Hall-of-Famer, this was it.
We all know about his 3000+ hits, his pile of batting titles, and his illustrious career here in San Diego. Yes, he got fat, but as Tony's waistline grew, so did our respect and admiration for him. Nobody, before or since, has ever meant more to Padres fans. And I don't think anyone ever will.
A few things you might not know:
He was a star basketball player for San Diego State and got drafted by the San Diego Clippers of the NBA.
He stole more than fifty bases in 1987 and was a multiple Gold Glove award recipient.
He holds just about every offensive record in Padres franchise history.
Petco Park in San Diego is located at 19 Tony Gwynn Drive.
The SDSU Aztecs baseball team, managed by Tony Gwynn, plays its home games at Tony Gwynn Stadium.
He is San Diego's greatest treasure (although LaDainian Tomlinson, Trevor Hoffman, and the Zoo are pretty spiffy, too).
He is Mr. Padre.
(By the way, I vote for the YOUNG Tony on the Hall of Fame plaque. The Padres' Taco Bell uniforms need to be represented in Cooperstown.)
Congratulations, T!

pleased