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Bill Conlin On Baseball Writers

Bill Conlin wrote an interesting column today asking whether Jamie Moyer could be a hall of famer when he retires (possibly after this year). While his arguments on that subject are worth reading, the bit in his article that caught my eye was his description of the guys in charge of who gets in the baseball hall of fame and who doesn’t … The Baseball Writers Association.

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The ball writers are a cranky bunch that once wielded considerable clout. They no longer control press-box access they now share with MLB.com feature writers and various dot.coms. They even have to pay for their press-room meals. There has been no free booze for more than a decade. Most of the old boys, like New York’s Dick Young – who opposed women in press boxes and locker rooms and who sometimes physically attempted to keep TV cameras and radio reporters like the early Howard Cosell out of their sacrosanct interview space – are long gone. But for everybody but the obvious first-ballot stars, the climb to the 75 percent promised land can be as daunting for many as it was for Moses – the real Moses, not the outfielder named Wally.

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Hehe … Oh and I think the new motto for our sit will be “SB Nation Philly: A Various Dot Com.”