There is no such thing, really, as "qualifying" for a Hall of Fame, in any sport. It's a misnomer, so don't let anyone use that word -- "qualifying" -- without challenge.
You can get elected into a Hall. You can be admitted. You can be enshrined. You can even be allowed.
But you cannot qualify.
There is no qualification, because there is no threshold -- no minimum accomplishments to achieve that mean automatic inclusion.
This has never been more true than today, when voters who cast the ballots for Baseball's Hall of Fame so overwhelmingly rejected the, ahem, "qualifications" of a man with 583 career homeruns, its effect should reverberate for years.
Mark McGwire is not a Hall of Famer today. Not even close. Only 23.5% of 545 ballots tabulated had his name on it. Seventy-five percent is needed to be elected, so he came over 50% shy of what was necessary to order his bronzed plaque in Cooperstown.
Normally, a ballplayer with almost 600 homeruns would cruise to election. He would be in the same percentile range as Cal Ripken, Jr. (98.5), and Tony Gwynn (97.6), both of whom were elected today. We would be talking about the dodos who left him off their ballots, rather than what we ARE talking about, which is how much this rejection is directly tied to the cloud of suspicion of steroid use that hovers around McGwire like that ball of dirt Pigpen from Peanuts comic strip fame walks among.
Cheater! Fraud! Lab experiment!
Uhhh...NO.
All those, and more, will be used to justify the dismissal of McGwire's Hall eligibility like so much lint off a coat. He got what he deserved, it will be said, written, and otherwise argued. We don't let cheaters into the Hall of Fame!
Yet Gaylord Perry is enshrined. And so overt was Perry's admission of doctoring baseballs, done with a wink and a smile, that doubtless some voters chuckled in recollection of his exploits as they filled in his name.
There are others, too, whose likeness resides in the Hall, who engaged in various other shenanigans, like sign-stealing, more baseball doctoring, and magic with the insides of their baseball bats.
Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
But McGwire's transgressions -- unproven, mind you -- are considered to be so heinous that not even one-quarter of the voters felt obligated to grant him induction, despite his 583 homeruns.
No liars. No cheaters.
Not this time, anyway.
Mark McGwire is not a Hall of Famer, not today. Not even close.
Barry Bonds, beware.
5 comments:
Ya'know, this really bothers me. Does that mean if I hit 500 home runs and between the time I retire and my hall of fame vote they rule that the caffeine jump from red bull should be determined to be illegal, all my records are null and void even though what I was doing at the time was perfectly legal at that time?
The legal system can't do that with new laws, why should the baseball writers...
I agree to a degree, but I think what McGwire was ingesting into his body was probably a lot more powerful than caffeine or any energy drink. I suspect the writers' problem with him is: a) His refusal to talk about it under oath, and b) the notion that he probably knew damn well that what he was doing would provide him with a significant advantage over his brethren.
But, you're right, when it comes to the actual legality/illegality of it.
But just because something is legal, doesn't make it right.
I mean, how do we know that Babe Ruth or Ty Cobb wasn't drinking massive amounts of coca-cola (coke still had cocaine in it back then didn't it?) and playing baseball with high levels of cocaine in their systems???
Ehhh... nevermind... I just really feel for Mark.
Well, I fear you may be in the overwhelming minority, my friend ... as a McGwire sympathizer.
well, wouldn't be the first time I had an unpopular opinion... ~grin~
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