There are plenty of baseball fans of a certain age that are disappointed that Dale Murphy isn’t in the Baseball Hall of Fame.
I’m one of them.
In my humble opinion, it’s a glaring omission. If anyone belongs in the Hall of Fame, it’s Dale Bryan Murphy. Not just for what he accomplished, but how he accomplished it. I’m probably more than just disappointed. I’m upset. I would stage a protest and picket Cooperstown, but I’m sure he’d disapprove of such ostentatious behavior.
Although during his 18-year career, from the mid-1970s through the early 1990s, Murphy won two MVP awards (back-to-back in 1982 and 1983), smacked 398 home runs, played in 2,180 games, collected 2,111 hits, accumulated 1,266 RBI, scored 1,197 runs, was a seven-time All-Star, was named the 1988 Roberto Clemente Man of the Year, won five Gold Gloves and four Silver Sluggers, stole 161 bases and appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated a couple of times (when that was a big deal) he wasn’t enshrined in the Hall of Fame.