Sometimes the Baseball Writers’ Association of America gets it right… Most of the time, they don’t. I have a bone to pick with them, but first things first…

On Tuesday evening, the BBWAA announced that Red Sox slugger David Ortiz would be the only player elected to the Hall of Fame Class of 2022.

“Big Papi” was the only player to clear the required 75% threshold, coming in at 77.9% and doing so in his first year of eligibility.

Whether you were a Red Sox fan or not, it was easy to love David Ortiz the player and David Ortiz the person. He played the game with such joy and passion, and his infectious smile was as much a part of the game as his powerful bat.

A 10-time All Star, Ortiz crushed 632 doubles, 541 home runs and drove in an astonishing 1,768 runs while establishing himself as one of the most feared sluggers in the game.

In the postseason, Big Papi was a force to be reckoned with, slashing at .289/.404/.543 and leading the Red Sox to three World Series wins and cementing his status as one of Boston’s most beloved sports stars.

Meanwhile, yesterday’s Hall of Fame announcement may be remembered more for who didn’t get into Cooperstown than for those who did.

Barry Bonds, baseball’s all-time home run leader, was shutout in his 10th and final year of eligibility.

So was 354 game winner Roger Clemens and his seven Cy Young Awards…

So was Curt Schilling and his three World Series rings and 3,116 strikeouts…

I find that stunning. And let me bring Pete Rose into this conversation…

Bonds, Clemens, Schilling, and Rose are arguably some of the greatest players ever to play the game. The best of the best, and yet there’s no place for them in the Baseball Hall of Fame? What kind of madness is this?

The BBWAA should be ashamed of themselves. Their self-righteous and pompous attitude towards the game’s elite goes far beyond indignant and in many ways tears at the very fabric of the game.

I hated the steroids era as much as the next guy… Believe me, I get it. But for crying out loud, you cannot bar these incredible athletes and their remarkable achievements from the institution that is supposed to recognize baseball’s best. It’s unconscionable.

Put them in with a damned asterisk if you have to, but put them in. You can’t just wipe away these players and their careers all because a bunch of whiny-ass, egotistic, overbearing writers are on a never-ending power trip.

Maybe the best way to fix the BBWAA is to just disband them and show them out of Cooperstown for good…

Maybe the BBWAA has run its due course and outlived their meager usefulness…

Maybe Baseball players should decide who gets into the Hall… Why not?

I’d rather have former players deciding who is worthy of Cooperstown instead of these glorified, self-appointed judges.

As it stands now, the Hall of Fame is a laughing stock among all sports. Heck, they are a laughing stock among all Hall of Fames.

Can you imagine the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame without Elvis Presley, the Beatles and Led Zeppelin?

That’s the equivalent of what the BBWAA is doing to baseball’s hallowed hall right now. It’s madness. And it really needs to end.