SAN ANTONIO – By and large, I am not a fan of halls of fame. It is not so much them as institutions per se, although I find the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame to be oxymoronic and the damn thing should be in Memphis anyway. I am not a fan of halls of fame because they seem to be the seedbed of some of the most ridiculous arguments in the history of man. For example, every year, the Baseball Hall of Fame and its voters turn themselves inside out over who is moral enough to be on a plaque in the same big room with, say, Babe Ruth, whom the Red Sox used to have to roust out of brothels on the morning of the days on which he was pitching.
Dual-Sport Trailblazer Ora Mae Washington Gets Her Due in Basketball Hall of Fame
