It’s time once again for Christmas Words with Mark Forsyth as he explains the origins of tangerine, walnut, and turkey, and what exactly a Yule hole is…
What would I like for Christmas? Simple: all of Mark’s books.
Pretty much all of this. I don’t think Kent/Alou/Casey really warrant the consideration (Kent is closest, though) and Mussina would get my #11 spot over Schilling for sure.
As a member of the Baseball Bloggers Alliance, I get to vote on the Hall of Fame for our own internal, “This is how we would rule the world,” discussions.
And as a member of the general public, one who likes baseball and enjoys somewhat arbitrary benchmarks for what’s considered a truly great player, the Hall of Fame is also quite intriguing. While I could do with a little less moralizing, it’s still the best kind of baseball discussion you’re going to get in mid-December.
This year, though, because of BBWAA hand wringing, we’ve got an overstuffed ballot, with far more than the maximum of ten players worthy of Hall of Fame consideration. And that pains me.
So below are my Hall of Fame votes along with the players that I hope can stick around on the ballot long enough that they get another chance. But if they don’t get in this year, they better hope they get in next season because 2016 will see Ken Griffey Jr, Jim Edmonds, Billy Wagner, and Trevor Hoffman all joining the ballot, making a big ole mess of things.
Off we go:
Yes, You, Sir, Are a Hall of Famer
Well, obviously, he has the most terrifying goatee in the history of the sport and that deserves some respect. And his batting stance is one of the weirdest we’ll ever see (I remember trying it out during a Little League game and it just looked like a little kid was trying to drop a deuce.)
There’s been a problem of people forgetting how dominant Bagwell really was, but 449 home runs and .297/.408/.540 career line say everything.
Biggio was probably the closest to make the cut, his late career decline masking his true value. Because Biggio, beyond playing catcher, second base, and a bit of the outfield, provided pop, speed, and the ability to be hit by pitches wherever the hell he was.
3,000 hits, 400 steals, and nearly 300 home runs will do it.
Also, it was Craig Biggio that first taught me what pine tar was.
I found gongoozle deep in the Oxford English Dictionary while I was researching The Horologicon. To gongoozle is to stare idly at a canal or watercourse. At the time, I thought it a weirdly precise and unnecessary word, but since then I’ve noticed gongoozlers everywhere. Walk along a riverbank or seafront on a sunny afternoon and you’ll see lots of people happily gongoozling. I realised that I’d been gongoozling for years; I’d just never known the word.
Twenty years ago today.
Zac Mitchell Handles a Wild Ricochet off Second (07-23-2013) (by Gary RailCats)
Reblog, because of course.