Wow, the people accepted over Keith Law are pretty amazing. In as much as I wouldn't let them in my house.
The exchange in the comments is pretty spectacular. Hey, Neyer and Law aren't writers, because, well, they don't go to ballparks. It's like these guys have never heard of TV, much less the intarwebs. [And I realize there may have been good historical reasons for that at one point, but c'mon, guys... 2007. You've just exposed yourself to ridicule all over the internet. Get off your asses and fix the problem already.]
The exchange in the comments is pretty spectacular. Hey, Neyer and Law aren't writers, because, well, they don't go to ballparks. It's like these guys have never heard of TV, much less the intarwebs. As far as I can tell, Keith Law is the only one of the nominees who has actually, you know, worked in baseball (at least with a front office). But that type of real-world experience apparently doesn't cut it if you're not there regularly enjoying the press box cold cuts spread and if you're not in a position to report how many times A-Rod snapped Jete's naked ass with his towel while both giggled deliriously after the game.
(I'm completely biased because Keith Law actually wrote back to me once in the late 90s and we had a discussion about something baseball stats/ medical health projections related.)
(I'm completely biased because Neyer and Law know more about baseball than most of the rest of the BBWAA combined.)
(I'm completed biased because "Learned yawn" is an anagram of "Neyer and Law.")
(I'm completely biased because I hate everyone.)
That explains a lot.
Jim Caple spends as much time openly (and uncreatively) making fun of the Yankees as he does writing legitimate articles about baseball. That he could get in while Neyer and Law are left out is an absolute joke.
