I never personally knew Tony Gwynn, but somehow he still seemed like a friend. Perhaps this is because I grew up in San Diego and I idolized him. Pretending I was him when I played little league or throwing pop flies to myself in the backyard while doing my best Jerry Coleman impression as I announced; “Oh Doctor! What a play by Tony Gwynn!” I even wore #19 because of him.
In the video above Keith Olbermann does a fundamental job painting the picture of who Tony really was. RIP friend, there will never be another one like you.