When I was a teenager, the Chicago Cubs had a third baseman named Ron Santo.

He was one of my Dad's favorite players. Though Dad was from Chicago's South Side, he was a Cubs fan, a mystery I could never solve.

Anyway, the Cubs wanted to trade Ron to another team. When my Dad told me about it, he said that Ron's contract had a provision that he couldn't be traded without his permission.

I said, "What did they call that -- the Santo Clause?"

Dad, looking surprised, said, "You saw that in the paper!"

I replied, "No, but what else would they call it?"

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