Barry Bonds: I've used this back in the old neighborhood, but I think it bears repeating in today's context. Here's something Bill James wrote about Bonds in his 1994 Player Ratings annual:
You probably don't want to hear this, but Ted Williams was never the player this guy is. Bonds steals more bases every year than Williams did in his career. Bonds is a vastly better outfielder. Williams never hit 46 homers, and never had to play in some place like Candlestick Park. Williams never won three MVP awards in four years, or three MVP awards period.
And that was in 1994! Everyone adored Ken Griffey Jr. then, but the reality was that Bonds was the superior offensive player then, and he'd still rate as one of the best in the sport's history had he never become hooked on "flaxseed oil." He's a scoundrel of the highest order, but he's also a Cooperstown lock.
Jose Canseco: Only if they put him in the clowns' wing, alongside the San Diego Chicken, Max Patkin, Gene Orza, the Phillie Phanatic, and Hank Steinbrenner. We'll never know how much of Canseco's early success was because of raw talent and how much was because of chemical concoctions, though I suppose he did have more pure ability than, say, his twin brother Ozzie.
Roger Clemens: I loathe the Rocket probably more than anyone outside of the Duquette household, and I've pretty much expunged his entire time with the Red Sox from the highlight reels in my mind. He's a compulsive liar, a creep without a shred of conscience, and the only thing that even begins to bother me about his downfall is that he's too rock-stupid to realize it's entirely his own doing. He's incapable of a moment of clarity. But . . . he was probably the premier starting pitcher of his era before he began frequenting the 24-hour McNamee Pharmacy, he's in the argument as the best pitcher of all time based solely on statistics, and as much as I despise the drooling, disingenuous doofus, he belongs there as much as anyone.
Jason Giambi: He'll be on the ballot exactly one year longer than his brother -- and Jeremy doesn't even meet the criteria. He's the American League's version of Ryan Klesko.
Mark McGwire: Don't you wonder how he looked the Maris family in the eyes? Ah, but we're not here to talk about the past, right? Two of his three most similar players of all time: Jose Canseco and Jason Giambi. Appropriate. For what it's worth, Dan McGwire's comps do not include Ozzie Canseco and Jeremy Giambi. To answer the question, though, no, he doesn't belong, and I have absolutely no idea what kind of player he would have been without all that obvious pharmaceutical assistance.
Rafael Palmeiro: Mr. "I Have Never Used Steroids . . . Period!" hit 47 home runs in his first 2,031 major league at-bats spanning three full seasons and parts of two others. In 2001, at age 36, he hit -- you got it -- 47 home runs in 600 at-bats. He's a fraud's fraud . . . and yet, the numbers ain't lyin'. He accumulated 569 homers and 3,020 hits before his career faded to black, and because of those milestones, he must be considered. But he's not getting my hypothetical vote. Unlike Bonds, Clemens, and A-Rod, circumstantial evidence tells me he was not blessed with Hall of Fame gifts. Hey, I never said this was objective.
Andy Pettitte: With 215 wins, four championships, the Yankee cachet, and his share of postseason highlights (he's tied for second all-time with 14 postseason wins, trailing John Smoltz by one), he's closer to being a Hall of Famer than you might think. But he probably won't win quite enough games the next few years to make a truly compelling case, and if he somehow does, his link to McNamee will be the piece of evidence that keeps him out.
Sammy Sosa: You want ridiculous? There are eight 60-homer seasons in baseball history. Sosa owns three of them. While I think the True Sammy was the player who batted .273 with 40 homers and a 123 OPS+ at age 27 in 1996, I'm putting him in. But you can probably talk me out of it.
Miguel Tejada: Tejada's career numbers at age 25:
290 games, 1057 at-bats, 254 hits, 34 homers, 139 RBIs, .240 batting average, 86 OPS+.
The legendary John Buck's career numbers at age 25:
303 games, 1010 at-bats, 244 hits, 35 homers, 127 RBIs, .242 batting average, 79 OPS+
Tejada's unexpected breakout came at age 26 when he hit 31 homers, and he won an MVP award two years later. I think it's fairly easy to pinpoint when he began getting his "B-12 shots" and how much he gained from doing so. In a related note, two of his most three similar players are Bret Boone and Vinny Castilla. Tejada doesn't even belong in upstate New York, let alone Cooperstown.
That probably goes without saying for John Buck as well.
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As for today's Completely Random Baseball Card:
Not sure, but I think I might have seen this guy wandering in the woods behind my house once.
About Touching All The Bases
Irreverence and insight from Chad Finn, a Globe/Boston.com sports writer and media columnist. A winner of several national and regional writing awards, he is the founder and sole contributor to the TATB blog, which launched in December 2004. Yes, he realizes how lucky he is.