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Good morning and welcome to episode 329 of Effectively Wild, the Daily Podcast from Baseball

Perspectives. I'm Sam Miller with Ben Lindbergh. 329 is a significant number to me because

that's what George Brett won the 1990 batting title with.

That's okay. A number that... Not that significant to me.

A big role in baseball history. So we're going to talk today about... Hi Ben, how are you?

Hi. Okay. Good. We're going to talk today about Deadspin's Hall of Fame vote by plan.

Did you read this? Yes. So Deadspin, Tim Marchman of Deadspin, wrote a post today,

sort of bemoaning the sad state of Hall of Fame voting, which others have bemoaned, but he and

Deadspin are not content to simply complain about it. They have a plan. So I'm going to start reading.

I'm going to read, I guess, to repair a guess. So this is because the Hall of Fame ritual has become

more than anything else away for an electorate, an electorate dominated by Neo Puritan's

Skulls, milk toast, hand ringers, and straight out dimwits to show how high its standards are by

telling people like Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Jeff Bagwell, Mike Piazza, and Kurt Schilling

that they're just not good enough. What was meant as a way to honor great ball players is now an

annual exercise in vigorously insulting them and thereby asserting the power of the baseball

writer. The Hall of Fame season should be about great careers. Brilliant moments, the historical

record and the memory of strong winning play, not about some A-hold from the Schenectady

Harold Pollinator, agonizing about how he just can't know whether or not some players

tainted by the scourge of drugs. And that does make some feel, but so it goes. The sensible thing to

do would be to just stop paying attention to this raging trash fire, but we don't think that's enough.

We're going to see some small symbolic bit of power and turn it over to the public. We're going

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