No Hall of Fame inductees for you!
And – wait for it – very different takes in the local dailies.
Dan Shaughnessy’s Thursday Boston Globe column:
The poison ballot remained on my desk, unopened until Dec. 31.
I knew what was in there. Hardball anthrax. Nothing could be gained from tearing it open. Only bad things could come of it.
But I am a card-carrying member of the much-loathed Baseball Writers Association of America. I’ve been honored with a Hall of Fame ballot since 1987. It’s the most important responsibility that comes with membership.
And it has become the worst exercise of the year.
On Wednesday, one day before the Oscar nominations are announced, the BBWAA will announce the results of this year’s Hall of Fame election. It’s going to be another dreadful day for the BBWAA, for baseball, for Mom, apple pie, and America.
I voted for Jack Morris, Tim Raines, Alan Trammell, and Curt Schilling.
I did not vote for the greatest home run hitter of all-time. I did not vote for a guy who won 354 games and seven Cy Young trophies. I did not vote for a guy who hit 60 or more homers in a season three times. I did not vote for a catcher who hit 427 home runs. I did not vote for a first baseman who hit 449 home runs. I did not vote for a guy who hit 569 homers and cracked 3,020 hits. I did not vote for a guy who hit 70 homers in a season.
Joe Fitzgerald’s Boston Herald column today:
When a few folks discovered this writer had a vote in last month’s Hall of Fame balloting, there was not only an interest in the decisions he made, but also a demand to know what he was thinking if he wasn’t on the same page they were, as if a disagreement was intensely personal to them . . .
For what it’s worth, here’s why Roger Clemens received a vote here, a vote that had much less to do with baseball than it did with adherence to a principle.
First of all, if Clemens used a performance enhancer, it was not to have a Hall of Fame career, but rather to extend one.
The key word there is “if,” though very little doubt exists in the court of public opinion. Thankfully, the court of public opinion isn’t where we look for justice.
The law tried to nail Clemens twice and it failed both times.
But that made no difference to many of the writers who would ban him, explaining suspicions were sufficient to deny him induction.
Suspicions? Is that all that’s now needed to convict someone?
Sorry, boys, it doesn’t work that way, or at least it’s not supposed to.
Different strokes for different papers.