Typically, filling out my Hall of Fame ballot is an emotionally draining, deep-thinking, hours-consuming, angst-causing, mind-changing (and changing and changing again) kind of experience.
This year, not so much.
Maybe it’s cause I’m getting older. Or crankier. Or wiser. Or maybe just busier.
But this year’s ballot, one of the smallest ever, seemed so simple and straightforward.



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