Vandalus;842325149 said:
I'm super sad about this. He was a hero to me and anyone in San Diego who liked baseball. I actually lived in his neighborhood when I was like 6 years old and didn't know it until I "met" him on Halloween at his front door. My brother and I rang the doorbell, his daughter (who was a little younger than me) answered, and immediately was shoved out of the way by her younger brother (Anthony "Tony" Gwynn, Jr.) who promptly slammed the door shut. We rang again, this time with the door opening and a struggle between the two siblings, when Tony can jogging around the corner and down the hallway to break them up. He spun Jr. around by the top of the head with a "get outta here" and then handed my bro and I some candy. I stammered something about thank you Mr. Gwynn, and when the door closed we looked at each other, screamed, and then ran straight home barging in the door yelling about how exciting it was that he lived down the street from us.
Super nice guy, amazing representative for the city. The fact that he remained in San Diego all those years turning down bigger free agent money just solidified how loyal he was. It's also pretty incredible that he was drafted by the SD Clippers and the Padres on the same day.
Great story!
Two of the purist hitters of our generation came out of that 1982 rookie class:


He was so locked in from 1994-1997.
1994: bats .394 (in 110 games but still gets 165 hits)
1995: bats .368 and gets 197 hits, 90 RBI
1996: he has a down season and hits a mere .353
1997: best year -- .372-17-119 (220 hits)
Who does this? Tony does.