We're reaching a period of time -- or maybe I'm reaching a period of time in my life -- in which the Baseball Hall of Fame, especially who's inducted and who's not, doesn't matter much to me.
Don't get me wrong. I still tune into the announcement of who gets in each year. I still enjoy the history and listen to the speeches. I've been to the Hall enough that it will always be cool.
But I just can't get into the whole discussion anymore.
Part of this is because the people who are eligible for election are mostly players from an era in which I didn't pay a lot of attention to baseball. This was true when Roberto Alomar was elected last year, and I struggled to find cards of Alomar. I almost have to root for someone to stay on the ballot a long time -- like Bert Blyleven -- to have an eligible player to which I can relate from a rooting standpoint.
So, I'll just offer a simple congratulations to Barry Larkin. It's well-deserved. But I have about 12 of Larkin's cards.
That's pretty pathetic considering the first part of his career was during the junk wax era. But Larkin's cards were never a goal of mine, and especially when I cut myself off from collecting during Larkin's peak period. Didn't collect anyone at all then.
Here are my favorite Larkin cards of the few that I have:
I still stand by the '88 Topps Larkin card as an all-time favorite. I love '88 Topps and I wouldn't be surprised if this card was the inspiration for Topps' Walmart all-black cards. Looks fantastic.
The others are great, too. But I know that he has many, many other fantastic cards, probably many better than this, that I don't have.
So that's all I've got about Larkin. I'm sure other Reds bloggers can give you lots of other good stuff.
I suppose this is where you expect me to address the other players who didn't get in -- who should get in, who shouldn't, who should be burned at the stake, who should have their press pass ripped up in front of them in 40 million pieces and sprinkled over their head, blah, blah, blah.
Nope. Not doing that anymore.
As recent as a few years ago, I was as fired up about the elections and inductions as anyone else. It's one of the great debatable times of the baseball season. And I was right there, debating.
But I've gotten tired of the debate. In everything, not just sports. Everything is debatable these days. Everything can be argued. There is no universal "this is great" or "this sucks" anymore. I suppose that's good. Or maybe it's not. I don't know. I just know I get weary of everyone arguing all the time. Everyone is so angry. Talk radio. Forums. Twitter. Other places that I don't want to mention or the trolls will feel validated.
Just shut the hell up. Everyone. Please.
OK, that's a little harsh. The Hall of Fame induction announcement period lives for debate. People who like to debate thrive during this period. Sure, I've got opinions, too. But maybe I just like giving them and not receiving them anymore.
Is that a sign of getting old? Or being a recluse in the woods?
The truth is, I've been growing tired of the debate for quite awhile. The fourth post I ever made here touched on that in a facetious way (Perhaps you've noticed, many of my posts are done in an attempt at humor. Apparently sometimes it misses the mark with some). That doesn't mean I have issues with others debating. There have been plenty of posts from many blogs that I know and like about the Hall today. I've read as many as I could (it's been busy again).
But they're more cut out for it than me.
I'll just stick to:
"Hey, Barry Larkin's in the Hall!"
"Wanna seem some cards of him?"
"Sorry, I only have 12."