You may think that because the announcement made here in December about Harold Baines making the Hall of Fame addressed his worthiness more than it celebrated his election, perhaps I have it out for Harold.
But those are two distinct issues, which that piece should have made clear.
I was lucky enough to meet Baines on a couple of occasions before covering the team after the World Series, and eventually working on one of the Chicago White Sox beats.
The first time was a strange bit of kismet; I got Harold’s autograph on a ball on the day of May 8, 1984.