If you are expecting me to mount my soap box and let forth a venomous tirade about the merits of players who (possibly) used Performance Enhancing Drugs being elected to the Hall of Fame tomorrow, then you will be disappointed. For against our warm, nostalgic memories of those greats from long ago, lies the the mottled backdrop of many already enshrined, yet we speak of their sins in hushed tones or never at all.
True Judgement cannot be cast at the hands of 500 or so electors.
You know who were your favorites. You know who belongs in your Hall of Fame.