I originally skipped this article, “The Baseball Hall Of Fame Is A Grim, Cruel, Terrible Place,” on deadspin last week because I couldn’t get past the first sentence.
In 1999, I was teaching advanced dialectical history at a small northeastern liberal arts college whose name I will not mention here.
I have no idea what “advanced dialectical history” is, and, at the time, didn’t care to google it. (It also didn’t cross my mind that this might be a fake thing.) Then Amanda mentioned it to me as some weird baseball-themed sendup of every nerd’s favorite racist, H.P. Lovecraft. Again, I blew it off when she suggested reading it to me. “Eh, who cares?” being my favorite reply to things I think are trite or too cutesy for their own good.
But then she insisted, and insisted on reading it out loud in Werner Herzog’s voice. It was a…transformative experience.