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Ill-considered ramblings about whatever grinds my gears. You have been warned.
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Burn Down the Hall of Fame
All round good-egg and thinking-man's jock Stephen Brunt commented on the Clemens/Steroid/Hall of Fame issue yesterday, saying "Halls of fame aren’t churches. No one is asking anyone to declare Clemens a saint."
But
the problem is, it is. MLB and baseball writers have made it that since
the beginning. Although the Hall may be full of cheats and bums, they
are cheats and bums whose dark sides were often hidden from the public
during their careers. The writers, at least until Jim Bouton's 'Ball
Four', conspired to protect fans from the truth about ballplayers,
because it was deemed too corrupting to our sensitive souls.
The
Hall of Fame was designed to be a Hall of American Heroes who happened
to be successful athletes as well. That's why Shoeless Joe is not there;
that's why Pete Rose is not there. The movement that will try to keep
out Bonds and Clemens out (and I suspect eventually fail) is the last
dieing gasp of American Baseball Hero-worship, whereby a player's moral
cleanliness was as important as his athletic performance.
The
writers have always known it was baloney - they were always complicit
in covering up the cheats, drug abusers, philanderers, peeping-toms and
drunkards. But as long as that was all hidden, everything still worked.
Players were exemplars for American youth, symbols of moral and physical
purity and the American Way, and the myth that anybody can achieve
their dreams if they just try hard enough. Was any baseball journalist
surprised or appalled that Alex Rodriguez visited a strip club in
Toronto? I doubt it. They were surprised and appalled because it was
reported.
The
players have never been hypocrites. From the dawn of baseball they've
done what humans do - they've cheated and striven for success at any
cost; they've been human and frail and weak; they've combined incredible
physical success with awful personal failures. When faced with a sport
that preferred to turn a blind eye, they've done what competitive people
will always do - made the most of it.
The
real sinners here are in the Commissioner's Office and the Baseball
Writers of America - just as they have been ever since Baseball became a
symbol for America. It's their collective work of fiction - the
Baseball Hall of Fame - that is the problem. Burn it down.
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