Banks's obit in the Times summed it up well in one sentence (my emphasis):
“It’s a beautiful day, let’s play two” became the mantra of the man known as Mr. Cub, a fixture in what he called the friendly confines of Wrigley Field.
And every time I walk out of those dark ramps at Clark and Addison and get my first glimpse of that gleaming field I think the exact same thing as Ernie:
“There’s an unbelievable, indescribable love for baseball in Wrigley Field.”
It's true: there's no place like Wrigley and there was no Cub like Banks.