Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Love In The Time of BALCO




Today is a momentous day for the good people who get to vote for the MLB’s Hall of Fame. Today is the day where a precedent is set for the future of the boys of summer. Do these voters let into the Hall some of the men who either allegedly or literally tarnished the league or sullied the game of baseball forever? What is the statement that’s going to be made about plays like Bonds, Sosa, McGwire, and Clemons? It’s going to be tough sledding for the voters because they have at least two courts to answer to, the court of public opinion, as well as the courts of this great land. The problem with baseball is always what has always drawn me to baseball as a sports fan, the history and it’s love of precedent.

When listening to baseball highlights you start to notice how incredible the records truly are, not for how many triples a player hit or which team set the record for double plays in a season, it’s how long records have stood. You’ll hear about players that are breaking records that have stood since 1920 or even earlier and all that history has sunken in to the great cathedrals of baseball like pine tar has sunken into George Brett’s bat. It’s deep; it’s in there, like the roots into the mortar of Wrigley’s wall. Baseball has been America’s longest running professional sport, being founded in 1875; do you know what else happened in 1875? BYU is founded, Captain Webb swam the English Channel for the first time, and the first organized game of indoor ice hockey was played. Though some events are momentous, others are only decent there is still all that history crammed into the tight seats of Fenway, the street cars tinged with the smell of boiled hot dogs outside of Ebbet’s field in Brooklyn, the pinstripes that haven’t changed on a Yankee uniform in possibly ever. But with the weight of all those years, all those ticket stubs, how do the voters for this Hall of Fame class make a choice, how do the stand? Here’s where I want them to stand, skeptical.

I don’t think a single member of the 1st ballot list is an out-and-out hall of famer until it is concretely decided that they did not cheat. Pete Rose, one of the greatest players in all of baseball, one of the toughest men ever, was concretely decided to have cheated and has not seen his bust unveiled in Cooperstown to this day. If we, as a sporting community, going to let ole Charley Hustle to purgatory even though he has come clean about his gambling on baseball (note: he claims to have never bet AGAINST the Reds during his tenure) but we may let more dubious characters like Clemons, Bonds and Sosa in? That seems specious to me. All of the heavy hitters were cleared of all wrongdoing legally but I think that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans to me or the rest of the sports world. Sports fans have a hard time letting go, and I am most definitely having a hard time giving them a pass. That being said, there are guys that I think are definitely hall of fame material even if they weren’t the Herculean figures that the big names are (looking at you Craig Biggio and Mike Piazza) because they were journeymen, guys who stuck out long careers grinding out doubles in the dog days well past their primes.

What is really important here is understanding that the big guys on the ballot this year are not necessarily banned like Pete Rose is. I think that that we need a continuance while the voters, the fans and the rest of the Hall of Fame members mull over how they feel about how PED’s affected the game and affected the game of these players. Lance Armstrong was stripped of his Tour De France titles and will never be admitted into any sports hall as the beacon of light that he was once thought to be. Hopefully the same isn’t said about The Rocket, Slammin’ Sammy, and Mark “Big Red” McGwire because they were all titans when I was a young little leaguer watching the ole ball game with my dad on stuffy summer days in Philadelphia heat. I remember watching live, the moment of Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire hugging after McGwire crushed a ball to break the single season record, I remember the reactions and the excitement and the electricity that leaped from the field and through my television. These players, these men, are some of the greatest players to have ever dawned major league uniforms and hopefully they can be immortalized and can be recognized for their accomplishments but they must be looked at for more than just the perpetrators of the worst scandal baseball has yet to face.

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