There are a lot of injustices in our world; from the shortened careers of Sandy Koufax and Ralph Kiner to John Kruk’s sliding into second base not appearing on a jumbo screen as you walk into the Hall of Fame.
I could go on and on, but don’t really need to because the Baseball Reliquary and our own minds exist. The Reliquary is dedicated to immortalizing baseball greats based on criteria a bit different than the Hall of Fame. And our own minds, well, we can immortalize whatever we want. I for one begin with the hot foot.
But fortunately or unfortunately, The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown New York is the Big Taj Mahal of something. It gets all the hype. Player’s heads are made into bronze mug shots. Ceremonial speeches are delivered. Tears shed. Uniforms, bats, balls, and all kinds of paraphernalia are dumped into tidy display cases. You’ll find Craig Counsell’s shoes and Ty Cobb’s glove.
Players, broadcasters, managers, writers, and other contributors to baseball are elected by the Baseball Writers Association of America (BBWAA). And so it’s like any other election. It’s biased and people get pissed off. Why is Bill Mazeroski in the hall of fame? Why is Tim Ranies not?
These types of debates and discussions go on all year-long and they jump-start an incredible amount of research and data mining and what not to prove arguments. It’s probably just as beneficial to a human mind as word searches and cross word puzzles. Who knows? It may even stretch the life expectancy of the average senior citizen.
In the end or beginning, what difference does it make if the city alderman neighbor next door has a plaque at city hall and the anonymous guy across the street creating alternative sources of energy (mini windmills) does not?
We know who did what and when they did it. We gather our own proof and paraphernalia. We paste it on our bedroom walls and share it through blogs and discussions and debates.
Cooperstown is great, but it’s just Cooperstown.