Of A-Rod, Actual or Alleged PED’s, Hubris, and Breakdowns

He isn't going gently into that not-so-good gray night, apparently . . .

He isn’t going gently into that not-so-good gray night, apparently . . .

Is it me, or does it seem that just when he manages to attract sympatico, Alex Rodriguez manages to show up next attracting dismay, if not downright disgust?

When December came around and it came forth he was playing a reputation-shattering postseason on a bum hip, even his worst enemies had to feel a nick of compassion, whether or not they still thought him childish for, apparently, trying to have a hit on a pair of young lovelies in Yankee Stadium’s box seats during one such game.

Stan Musial, RIP: A Little More than The Man

Prior to an All-Star Game, a group of American League pitchers held a strategy meeting at which the main topic was how to pitch to Stan Musial. Yogi Berra happened to be walking past the open door while the pitchers talked. As if on cue, Berra broke in: “Forget it. You guys are trying to figure out in fifteen minutes what nobody’s figured out in fifteen years.”

The coiled Cardinal, ready to crunch . . .

The coiled Cardinal, ready to crunch . . .

Earl Weaver, RIP: Old School, Next School

“Earl,” Hall of Fame pitcher Jim Palmer, who should know as well as anyone, tells ESPN,  ”was a black and white manager. He kind of told you what your job description was going to be and kind of basically told you if you wanted to play on the Orioles, this was what you needed to do. And if you couldn’t do it, I’ll get someone else. I know that’s kind of tough love, but I don’t think anyone other than Marianna, his wife, would describe Earl as a warm and fuzzy guy.”

This is the way you throw out the first manager, you miserable pudknockers!!!

“This is the way you throw out the first manager, you miserable pudknockers!!!”

The Hall of Fame Non-Election: Who Wuz Robbed?

He wuz robbed . . .

He wuz robbed . . .

Second thoughts are not first disasters. There’s nothing wrong with thinking twice, which one gathers many wish the Baseball Writers Association of America had done with this year’s Hall of Fame non-election. If a large enough group of the 500+ voting writers elected to send a message about actual or alleged performance-enhancing substances, they have done so.

They had a Hall election and nobody’s coming

Was it nobody's fault, really, that Biggio doesn't make it on the first try?

Was it nobody’s fault, really, that Biggio doesn’t make it on the first try?

I had the feeling it might turn out this way. Not since Bill Clinton looked his second presidential election campaign in the eye have the Baseball Writers Association of America ended up electing nobody to the Hall of Fame. And I’m not sure which, among factors gaining serious discussion as the voting commenced and, at last, the results came in, may prove the most controversial of them all: