I hung close to my phone all day long – but, in vain.
I didn’t know if I would be getting a call from the Commissioner or from the Chairman of Veteran’s Committee. It didn’t matter. I didn’t get a call from either one. Instead, I felt what it was like to have been Roger Maris – or, now, poor Ron Santo.
I’m still trying to figure it out. I’ve heard my whole life that 3,000 hits is definitely the ticket to the Hall – same as 500 homers.
Maybe, that’s my problem – I haven’t hit enough home runs. I’ll keep swinging though.
I’m hoping that in a week or so that I’ll pass Pete Rose and his 4,256 hits. Maybe then I’ll get some recognition.
On the other hand, maybe I’m playing the wrong game, to wit:
Hits by the immortal portal of DRUDGE @ 4/27/10
027,282,856 IN PAST 24 HOURS
770,547,825 IN PAST 31 DAYS
8,173,005,824 IN PAST YEAR
I think he’s just bragging.