It's Hall Of Fame time, when the baseball writers choose who to admit to the Hall. This year, it's Andre Dawson, an outfielder from 1976-1996. Also, around this time is the caterwauling, when other baseball writers complain that the new choice doesn't belong-that they'd prefer Candidate A or B before this guy. I used to do that, too. But no more. Dawson's in. He's not the best choice, but he's there now, and I'm ok with it. Let's celebrate baseball, and life, for what it is instead of what it's not. Life is too short to worry about that stuff.
It seems to be part of human nature to complain, form camps, trump up reasons to make ourselves self-important.
ReplyDeleteNot that it's a good part, mind you.