Hall of Fame Voting Assholes

It took about as long for the media fucknuts to start their pontificating and holier-than-thouing as it took for Raffy Palmeiro’s spit to dry from his mike after his steadfast, finger-pointing denial of steroid use to Congress.


The same media members who literarily fellated the McGwires, the Bonds, the Sosas, etc in the mid to late 90’s are now spouting off and using the only clout they have: threatening to dispense their own brand of justice by not voting in the guys who are currently embroiled in Roidgate.


The same media members who vote in Rollie Fingers but not Mike Marshall or Goose Gossage?
The same media members who vote in Tony Perez and not Jim Rice?
The ones who don’t think Gil Hodges is worthy?


One fucknut’s take:
“Right now I'm sort of sitting on the fence, but leaning toward not voting for McGwire or Bonds because they cheated," said Hal McCoy of the Dayton Daily News, himself a member of the Hall's writers' wing.
"McGwire had the opportunity to say something, but didn't. To me, that's sort of like pleading the Fifth Amendment and not denying he did it," he said.
(source: http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2020890)

“To me, that’s sort of like pleading the Fifth Amendment and not denying he did it?”

Here’s hoping that asshole isn’t ever on any jury in this country. I mean, what the hell kind of justification is that for keeping some of the greatest players out of the Hall of Fame?
And where does he get off singling out Bonds or McGwire? The whispers have swirled around so, so many other players, but they get off scot free?
Sorry, dickwipe, but if Bonds and McGwire don’t get in, neither does anyone in the last 15 years. Seal the Hall. No entry.

And let me put it this way:

A pitched baseball reaches the plate in a fraction of a second. What if you could do something (i.e. cheat) that could do something to give you even the slightest advantage over the guy thowing the ball, make your muscles react a split-second sooner, get your bat head to the hitting zone a split second sooner, raise your bat speed.

When you consider even a minute advantage like that on the scale of how quickly a ball reaches the plate, I think the boost given by steroids becomes tremendous, and the statistics produced and supported by the anecdotal evidence of steroid use would confirm that.
So you don’t vote that guy into the Hall of Fame?

But what about if you were a pitcher and you found a way to do something (i.e. cheat) to make the ball move a little bit more, late after it leaves your hand, almost as it reached home plate, to throw off the hitter’s ability to make solid contact with the ball.

Do you vote that guy into the Hall? Of course you do, his name’s Gaylord Perry.

Baseball has and always will be a game of cheaters. You’ve got the really bad cheaters like the Black Sox and Pete Rose. You’ve got guys like Perry who will revel in his cheating ways by taking jars of Vaseline to the mound during old timers games.

The Shot Heard ‘Round the World is widely rumored to have received a big assist from some cheaters in centerfield with binoculars, relaying the catchers signals to the players.

Such luminaries as Craig Nettles and Wilton Guerrero have had the pleasure of having their bats break and reveal things inside that don’t grow naturally in wood (namely cork and um, Superballs—thanks for that Craig.)

Whether it’s sandpaper glued to the glove, a sharpened burr on a belt-buckle, an emery board in the pocket, a furtive glance back at the catcher to see where he’s setting up, baseball will always have cheaters.

Like in nature, the ballplayers found a better way to cheat. For better or for worse.

And don’t feed me the “it’s illegal” bullshit either. ‘Cause if that’s the case, I want you to go round up every major and minor leaguer who’s living with their girlfriend and pounding them in the ass, ‘cause both of those things are illegal in a lot of places they’re living too.

I won’t stand for the hypocritical, selective justice doled out by people who imply that they’re somehow better than the players and owners. If the same media who says that the players or owners or management should have come out sooner, would have done the same, maybe we’re not in the situation we are now. You guys knew too and don’t tell me you didn’t. You had the same things at stake as everyone else—money, jobs and prestige. And you didn’t want to lose any of them.

So do me a big favor and shut the fuck up. Report the stories, opine if you have to, but make up your goddamned minds. Either this entire era gets an asterisk or we do the same as we always do—evaluate the players based upon the peers in their era.

Not to get all McGwire on you, but it’s time to move forward. I’m tired of witch-hunting, because, in the end, what’s it going to accomplish?

If you’ve got the answer, I’d love to hear it. Here’s a hint—the answer is “nothing, unless you’ve got your own agenda or vendetta to push.”

In other news, Hee Sop Choi is still a big, fat, stupid, patient Korean and he’s still the starting first baseman for your Los Angeles Dodgers of Los Angeles California USA Earth. Play ball.