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Friday 19th Jan 2018

Hall of Fames are indeed goofy things. Hell, all awards are. Were they not, the Beatles would have more Grammys than the Starland Vocal Band (and note, the one Grammy the band earned was for movie soundtrack for "Let It Be"). That should be enough to convince all of us that rewarding creativity and longevity, let alone overall artistry of the best at any discipline is a hazy affair.

I wrote about my own decidedly prejudicial thoughts last week in this space, and similarly have written about the Rock'n'Roll HOF at sister-site The Remnants of Rock, a locale dedicated to examining music--particularly roots rock--driven by my mates Peter Kreutzer, Gene McCaffrey, Steve Moyer, and me where I discussed my dismay at the enshrining of Deep Purple last year.

Though I have not yet been to the Rock'n'Roll Hall, as noted, I have been to Cooperstown a couple of times. In fact, in a few weeks, Diane and I will be in Nashville attending the FSTA Winter Conference, and I am looking more than forward to going to the Country Music Hall as part of the soujourn.

The first time I was in Cooperstown was when I discovered that the Baseball Hall, founded in 1939, was essentially the first of its ilk, sponsored by the Clark family. In the vicinity of the Cooperstown Hall are the Knitting (who knew?), and Boxing Halls, and in addition to Canton and Naismith, a bunch that might be designed to preserve the history of a given art or sport. But, they may also be run in order to make money.

But, popularity also seems to factor in. For example, I cannot imagine KISS as an all-time great band, but I guess the generation after me has a differing opinion. But still, while I can see Jorge Posada as a Hall member, it is kind of a stretch as is Jeff Kent, but not so much Larry Walker, who did have a solid career, and some killer years. But so did Deep Purple have a pair of radio hits that apparently elevated the band's stature in the world of contributing artists.

This year, Journey was nominated to the Rock'n'Roll HOF, which is totally out there to me. For at least there are statistical criteria for baseball, in which Freddy Sanchez, on the ballot this year, is more worthy of Hall induction than either Journey (name a great album the band completed) or Deep Purple (same).

But again, whether it is the crochet hook or Michael Jordan's poetry in the air or Brett Favre's rifle arm, or even Ellis Valentine's...Well, wait, maybe those other guys belong but does Valentine? Well, as I suggested last week, it is all not only subjective, but open to the frailties, likes, and dislikes of us human beings.

And, well, it is one thing to decry the inclusion of Andre Dawson or Jim Rice in lieu of Dwight Evans or Bill Buckner, but sorry, neither Deep Purple nor Journey ever made it to an equivalent of 200 homers, let alone 2000 hits, or 200 wins and whiffs. Take it whatever way you wish. But, the entrance criteria for anyone into any given HOF is, well, as wacky as the folks who follow the music or the sport in the first place.

Now, thank you for indulging me. Next week, I will get back to something that really matters. Baseball. Or, maybe football. Or, could be golf.

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