Well, Jimmy, unless you have been in a coma, you know no one was elected to the Hall of Fame this year. There is a huge Met angle to that, as the greatest Met player since Tom Seaver, Mike Piazza, was on the ballot. As we got closer to finding out the results, I became surprised how little I cared. Maybe it’s the arrogance of old age, but I’m not very hung up about what other people think. And so nothing against the BBWAA, who have enough other people mad at them today, but years ago I stopped caring about the entire process. I think it was when Don Sutton got in. Once that happened the whole idea was shot anyway.
Now I like the place, it’s a nice town, and you can get some great ribs at Brooks BBQ, not far away at all. But you can’t take these Hall of Fame elections too seriously. Donna Summer has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and Peter Wolf still needs a ticket to enter. Elections always mean politics, politics means nonsense happens. Just like Wolf, everybody knows Piazza was awesome. Life goes on.
I really don’t have anything to say on the subject, Mike — at least, that hasn’t been said already. We all know what he did on the field was first-ballot, Hall of Fame quality, but this is a confusing time. For players, fans, and baseball writers. One of the worse aspects of the Steroid Era is that it throws everybody under a cloud of suspicion. Right or wrong, fair or foul. Ugh, the whole subject sucks. Here, watch this, it’s short: