It’s one reason I think any debate about the “Hall of Fame” in baseball is a sham and fraud, because hacks, mediots and lackeys have made it so.
Freddie Lindstrom is a Hall of Famer. Lindstrom’s qualifications were basically playing in the same era as Frankie Frisch, not pissing Frisch off, and hitting .311 in an era where Enzo Hernandez could have hit .300 in a season.
Lindstrom was only a regular for seven seasons, to boot.
Contrast this with Bill Dahlen, one of the greatest players of the 19th century. Dahlen was a top shortstop on offense and on defense in the 1890’s and 1900’s. Yeah, he was a hard living guy who had a mouth, but he played every day and even twice on Sundays (if they allowed it, blue laws you know).
Dahlen’s not in.
Want a recent example? Lou Whitaker played a championship second base for 16 full seasons. He could hit, and was a better fielder than you think. He’s not even on the ballot anymore. And his running mate, Alan Trammell, is lucky to still be in consideration.
So right now, the mediots and sanctimonious high-horse keepers of Cooperstown are all saying “YES” and “NO” to players that they deem worthy of admission. Most of them are dead wrong about a number of things.
Personally, gambling on baseball is 100,000 times worse than whatever steroids ‘did’ to the game, but these bloviators will not only keep out Barry Bonds, but Jeff Bagwell and Mike Piazza, because they have ‘suspicions’ about their numbers.
I have suspicions that they got their journalism degrees from the back of a box of Cookie Crisp.
Bonds used, sure, but how many home runs are ‘tainted’? How many? How many aren’t due to park factors, idiotic pitching staff expansions, the baseball being juiced itself, or just the era itself? They won’t answer that – they’ll just point to their ballot as them being a vanguard of all that’s right and true and just, while totally not understanding park and league adjustments and won’t even deign to put in Tim Raines, a criminal travesty that should be proof that most of the BBWAA be locked up without pens or word processors (or their bourbon or racing forms).
This is nothing new, of course. Dahlen never got a sniff. Whitaker, either. Bobby Grich is out, probably forever, because the voters cannot understand what really wins games, and only care about counting stats.
The veterans committee had been worse, with a bunch of total unworthies being elected along with Lindstrom while leaving off some true HOFers (like Dahlen) and not allowing for a waiver of the 10-year rule for 19th century players who were playing with entirely different structures.
So these discussions do nothing for me but reach for my blood pressure meds. The MVP ballots are bad enough, but the HOF voting blowhards are even worse. True greatness isn’t measured by a plaque on a museum wall, anyway.
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