Hall of Shame weekend

This weekend, Major League Baseball holds its annual Hall of Fame induction ceremony in Cooperstown, New York, home of the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. Unfortunately, not one player will be inducted. Instead the honors will be limited to a writer from Philadelphia, a broadcaster from Toronto, who unfortunately passed away recently and a few old-time Negro Leaguers. While I don't wish to denigrate these individuals, and they have worthy accomplishments, the point of this post is that this weekend, which is usually one of the highlights of the summer, is a black eye for Major League Baseball.

Yes, we know why the writers didn't elect anyone into the Hall of Fame. It's spelled S-T-E-R-O-I-D-S!

However, if that's true, then why bother having an elaborate ceremony? The NFL doesn't have qualms about putting people in the Hall of Fame who weren't choir boys, such as Lawrence Taylor and O.J. Simpson. But these baseball writers are a bunch of old white stuffed shirts who want to reminisce about the good old days, then count me out.

Maybe the Baseball Hall of Fame should scale back the Hall of Fame Induction ceremony.

In very Orthodox Jewish circles, there are certain Rabbis who have set rules about how big certain celebrations can be, such as a limit on the number of guests invited as well as the number of courses that can be served at the meal, so as not to make other members of the community uncomfortable if they don't have the means to have a 500-guest wedding. Baseball may be served to emulate such a practice, if the writers are going to be persnickety about every player from the 1990's-early 2000's who they suspect of steroid use.