by Kolby Solinsky
Editor, White Cover Magazine
You know all those days baseball spent sweating its own garbage, right around the time of Boston’s first World Series in 86 years? Remember how all the stars of the 90’s and early 2000’s were revealed to be ‘roid monkeys and HGH hefes? There were those lists and the evidence and the Jose Canseco book and there was Rafael Palmeiro of all people lying on the stand of some grand United States court of whatever.
Well, it turns out… those weren’t the worst times.
No, this year — 2012 — is officially the worst year on record for Major League Baseball. That’s because all those guys who were shown to be con artists and just real jerks without hono(u)r — Sammy Sosa, Barry Bonds, and Roger Clemens — are now eligible for the Baseball Hall of Fame.
They won’t get in. If they do, you’d have to take a second look at Mark McGwire. And, Canseco. Why not, right?
The problem with this whole thing is that — eventually — you’ll have to consider Clemens, or Bonds, or Sosa for the Hall. Palmeiro, too. Pettite, as well.
Eventually, someone will ask the question: why are all these guys not in the only place they’ve ever belonged as players?
They’re not righteous. They don’t deserve it. They’re not all good people. But, to have 10 of the best hitters — and, pitches — of all-time left for dead, explanations are going to take a lot more energy than reason.
It’s impossible that all of these guys will not have a bust of them at some point. It just has to be that way. They’ll keep lining up and they’ll keep getting turned down. But, when one of them gets through — and it will happen — they’ll all have to get through. The floodgates will open and the water won’t stop.
But, don’t worry. Pete Rose will never get in.
Rogers Maris, too.