Bill Parker has gone to get out Hall of Fame arguments in March and write on ESPN's SweetSpot blog about why Lou Whitaker not in the Hall of Fame is the worst transgression done by the Baseball Writers Association of America.
For those old enough to remember (or young enough to read
Wikipedia),
Whitaker's name was scratched off from consideration after just one year.
I didn't want to be the one to play the "woe is us, nobody likes Detroit" card, because after a while the plea rings hollower than Joel Zumaya's elbow. But Alan Trammell isn't in the
Hall of Fame, and he oughta be there too. (Marinate on that: one of the best up-the-middle combos has neither half in the
HOF.) The support for Jack Morris is fading, and Mickey Lolich (18th on the all-time strikeouts list) never made it either. Rightfully undeserving but wildly popular in Tigers lore include Denny McLain, Norm Cash, and Willie Horton. Our folk heroes aren't good enough for the rest of
America.
Still, you'd think the ones that deserve to go would've had a fairer shake on the ballot. The ball's in your court, Veterans Committee.
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