Baseball in the 1980's was stocked with star-power. But there were two different kinds - regional and worldwide, and there was a huge difference between the two. A regional star lost his luster as soon as you left his three-state hot-zone. A worldwide one, a superstar, was recognizable from Los Angeles, to New York, to Japan. A superstar fucked Hollywood starlets - Jose Canseco. A superstar broke baseball bats over his knee and played in the NFL on the weekends - Bo Jackson. A superstar struck-out 300 batters a season like it was the norm - Roger Clemens.
Regional stars had their limits. They lacked allure. Cal Ripken was a regional star. When I was growing up, Cal's baseball card meant dick to me. It never got pampered - no plastic sleeve, no display, no bragging. Even his brother's card was more important, only because he inscribed "fuck face" at the bottom of his bat. That's pimp. Cal? Not so much.
But Rickey Henderson on the other hand, he was a bonafide superstar. Rickey spoke of himself in 3rd person. Only whack NBA players and half-retarded boxers do that shit now. Rickey wore sunglasses everywhere he went, including to bed. Rickey stole 130 bases in 1 season. Yes, 130 bags in 1 season. Try and do that shit, Jose Reyes. Rickey was thee leadoff hitter of the 80's and 90's, and is probably the best ever. Ever see "Little Big League"? Who the fuck was that little shit GM trying to trade for? Rickey, that's who. Rickey rocked the gheri-curl when it was in, and then ditched it for the high-top fade when everyone started riding his dick. Rickey liked money. Rickey liked women. Rickey liked the limelight. Who else could get away with bashing nice-guy Lou Brock on the diamond as he's holding a base over his head and proclaiming himself "the best of all-time"? Nobody else, that's who.
And Rickey's going to make the Hall this year. Rickey may be the only inductee, too, which means more Rickey time. I can't wait for Rickey's induction speech. It's going to be so fucking conceded and pointless and random that it may force my brain to explode with joy. The thought of the whole scene makes me happy inside, like finding an unscrambled porn channel when I was
If anyone feels otherwise about Rickey's Hall Status - see the sidebar, and vote. Obviously if you vote 'no' you have to reconsider your status as a baseball fan, but I'm not judging here.