We all thought that would be Ryne Sandberg over there in the Cubs’ dugout, enduring the long rebuilding process gallantly and graciously, connecting Cubs fans to all that was good and what could be again. A budding leader and P.R. persona doing what he loves in the city that loves him and in the ballpark where his name and number fly high on the right-field foul pole. The story got screwed up somewhere along the way, writes Anthony Castrovince.