Damn it.
This is all Curt Schilling’s fault, really. With Hall of Fame season upon us, the baseball world performed its annual implosion. Uppity ESPN writers, crusty, dry-lipped malcontent columnists, and furiously misguided Twitter eggs joined the debate of who should be checked on the ballot, who should be left off altogether, who should be allowed in to Cooperstown but not for a couple of years, which players had been mainlining horse tranquilizers for their careers, and which dementia-riddled voters were covering for accidentally sending in a blank ballot by claiming they had done it on purpose.