Wherein the writer discloses his inaugural Hall of Fame selections, shamelessly self-promotes and otherwise gets lost in the tantalizing illusion of ushering ballplayers into immortality. Or, pretends to be a voting member of the BBWAA without the annual
extortion dues and absurdly silly-long probationary period.
Continue reading “My 2019 IBWAA Hall of Fame ballot”
Jeff Kent was the best offensive second baseman of his generation.
Roberto Alomar might have had the glove, and Ryne Sandberg the affability and strong two-way game, but Jeff Kent owned 4 in the 90s and early aughts.
Continue reading “The curious case of Jeff Kent, or, why do baseball writers hate second basemen?”