Last Monday, the Baseball Writer’s Association released their annual list of inductees into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. For the first time, in more than fifteen years, not a single player was chosen to grace the hallowed halls of Cooperstown. Only three non-players, all of them dead, will be inducted this coming July.
The bad. Initially, I was disappointed that there wouldn’t be any players inducted. I mean these guys give their hearts and souls to the sport. They play one hundred and sixty-two games a year, season after season, banging up their bodies, missing their families just so we can enjoy America’s favorite pastime. And with thirty-six players on BBWA’s ballot, all of them All-Stars and with more pennants under their belts than Steinbrenner, no one was named. Not one of them deserved recognition for their dedication to the sport?
The good…well maybe. Upon closer inspection, the ballot reads like a who’s who of baseball’s Steroid Era. So, its no wonder many of the voting members shied away from inducting anyone. What kind of message would that send our younger generation? That it was okay to cheat and you’ll be rewarded?
Unfortunately…
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