Wednesday, March 03, 2004

Cincinnati Reds owner Marge Schott died yesterday

I never got to tell her how much I loved her

Cincinnati Reds owner Marge Schott -- icon of sweetness, light, tolerance and diversity - died yesterday at the age of 75. Her life is lovingly chronicled in this handy timeline, which highlights some of her more proud and notable achievements.

Her life was a rich canvas, marked by a special love for baseball, ordering people around, forcing players who were allergic to dogs to pet any number of her various dogs named "Schottzie" for good luck, ordering her general manager to scoop Schottzie's crap when she let him loose in the office, and for Nazi paraphernalia. Sweet, sweet Margie had a special place in her heart for minorities and homosexuals, and never hesitated to share her opinions and to offer detailed analyses of the world's various ethnicities and sexual persuasions.

How are we going to fill the void left by dear, sweet, wonderful Marge Schott's absence in this world?? How?? We need Elton John to get off his ass ASAP and write an adaptation of "Candle in the Wind" that forever memorializes her with the dignity and honor she deserves. Her fans demand it.

I feel so empty inside.