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Well, it’s that time of year again. No, not the time when the first wave of New Year’s resolutions is crashing to the ground in a spectacular and tragic display like a 747 through the roof of a puppy orphanage. It’s Major League Baseball Hall of Fame election time! What? You didn’t know that? And I should’ve known that most people don’t, even casual baseball fans? Definitely not enough to lead off with such an assumptive opening sentence? Well, luckily, I’m here to make you less dumb and more not dumb by le
Now when I say opinion, I don’t mean whether Baseball Jones should have gotten in over Unbaseball Smith. That should be obvious enough by their absurd names and the fact that Baseball Jones was the most prolific ground rule doubles hitter of all time, while Unbaseball Smith was a well-known dick and described the new Star Wars as “obtuse,” like some kind of asshole. No, I mean to give my opinion on the process as a whole, which is laughably inadequate, woefully outdated, and tragically bladder shy, which is
If a crazed man approached you and your children and said, “I’m going to punch each of your children that you don’t love,” you’d think, “No worries, I love all my children, so they’re all out of punch’s way,” and “Wow, that’s an odd set of criteria for deciding on an assault victim.” You’d be right on both counts, until Punchy says, “And you can only pick three.” You do a quick head count and realize you have 6 kids, because you decided to try life on the “heroic” difficulty setting. You’re now left with a