The baseball writers stood up for integrity, for the minor leaguers who didn’t use steroids and never reaped Major League riches and fame because some of their competitors cheated, and for the kids who look up to baseball players as heroes.
Sure, there are miscreants and wife-beaters and drunks and racists and other cheating nogoodniks with plaques on the Hall’s walls, but that was the past.
Today, the Baseball Hall stands for something. It stands for insisting that “everybody does it” is as lame for a corrupt athlete as it is for a child cheating on his homework.
Oh, and by the way, “everybody” didn’t use performance-enhancing drugs. Just the cheaters, and if they want to enter the best hall of fame in the world, they’ll just have to buy a ticket.