1. What is the probability that, despite my incessant, obnoxious taunting of Yankee fans, I’m really a Yankee fan?
2. Phil Rizzuto is dead at 89. See here. Anybody old enough to have seen him play? He retired after the 1956 season, which was 11 years before I discovered baseball (in 1967). Rizzuto was the American League Most Valuable Player in 1950, when he had 200 hits, scored 125 runs, and batted .324. That would be a superb season even today, with a 162-game schedule. Why he is in the National Baseball Hall of Fame, however, is beyond me. It must have been a sympathy vote—the very opposite of the vote that kept Mark McGwire out of the Hall. I see that Rizzuto missed three seasons during World War II, but of course that should have no bearing on his Hall worthiness. Nor should the fact that he was much beloved by Yankee fans. The Hall of Fame is a joke. I don’t know why anyone takes it seriously. I’ll take it seriously the day Pete Rose—the greatest player in the history of the game—is inducted.
3. Is there a dumber nickname in Major League Baseball than “Phillies”? Perhaps there should be the Baltimore Balties, or Cleveland Clevies, or Detroit Detties, or Chicago Chicos, or New York Newies, or Boston Bossies, or Cincinnati Cinnies, or Colorado Collies, or Tampa Bay Tampies, or Houston Houies, or Pittsburgh Pitties, or Texas Texies, or San Diego Sandies, or Oakland Oakies. Ben Franklin is rolling over in his grave.