We salute you, Quiet Marine. That would be Matty Williams, one of the most favorite Giants ever with premature hair loss, but today a garnerer of a measly 7 Hall of Fame votes. I don't think Williams should be in the Hall of Fame, but until the injuries started piling up* (and the funny little bottles starting arriving at the door), we all had our hopes. This is more a sigh for what could have been, starting with the cancelled 1994 season and Matty's home-run chase, than a complaint.
* Remember it was Williams' broken foot caused by a foul ball off his own bat that opened the door for Bill Mueller to make his major-league debut.
You want complaints? How about them numbskulls who didn't vote for Rickey Henderson? Or the shamefully low vote total for Tim Raines? And I've said it before, so I'll say it again: If voters are going to keep out Mark McGwire and other alleged steroid/PED users, they need to revoke the Hall pass of anyone who took greenies off the clubhouse shelf when they were freely available for decades. Shee-it, half the plaques in that place would suddenly go missing.
I visited the Hall of Fame last fall, and though I loved every minute of it, I was amused how podunk it is. Perhaps it's fitting that the voters who guard its gates are a little podunk, too.
Air your grievances, citizens! Or, if you like, tell us about the Giant that at one time or another -- like when you were 7 years old and Jack Clark was the most awesomest baseball player ever and you had all 45 of his cards -- you had hopes would one day be a Hall of Famer.
