Not really. Those would be exciting backyard brawl rules, though, wouldn't they? Anyway, it's being reported here
(and quoted on Baseball Think Factory here
) that eighteen web writers were nominated for membership in the Baseball Writers Association of America. You may remember the BBWAA as the organization who voted Justin Morneau and Andre Dawson to be MVPs because adorably, kind of like a puppy who destroys your favorite sweater, it just didn't know any better.
Sixteen of the eighteen writers got in. Not bad, huh? But wait: who were the two unluckies who didn't quite cut the baseball-flavored mustard? None other than Rob Neyer and Keith Law, two men of reason.
Let that sink in, and I will regale
you with excerpts
from columns by Jim Caple, who did get in to the BBWAA:
Chumps pay $25 for parking. Cheapskates take public transportation, which provides valuable life lessons for the children:
"Daddy, why is that man talking to himself, picking at his sores and not wearing any pants?"
"Because he roots for the Cubs, son."
Haw haw haw! Baseball! Stomach sore from laughing? Better take some Aleve and get a load of some more hilarious baseball talk:Harry Potter reveals the truth!
There also is no school called Hogwarts, at least, not that I ever went to. I went to Malfoy Academy and our team nickname was the Warthogs so I guess Rowling thought she was being real clever by changing it around. And it ain't no school for wizards, neither. It's a private school founded by the Malfoy family, who made a fortune in something much worse than black magic -- tobacco.
I'm so psyched this guy will be eligible for a Hall of Fame vote in the future, along with our good friend Jon Heyman
. The Hall is in good hands, people.
The BBWAA is clearly an organization all about change, adaptability and flexibility. Check out their state of the art web presence
. I'm pretty sure the only way we could improve our own nearly flawless, aesthetically pleasing design is to adopt their eye-catching neon green and web-link-standard-blue color scheme.
Mr. Neyer, Mr. Law: you are not "beat" enough to be beat writers for the BBWAA. You do not spend enough time smelling players' sweat and managers' chaw. Your brand of writing -- writing about facts, information, and data -- will not be tolerated within their ranks. Gentlemen: congratulations.
Labels: bbwaa, hall of fame, keith law, rob neyer