Sosa, Bonds, Clemens and Cooperstown

by Stephen Jones

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ballot is . . .”
At Cooperstown it’s Sosa, Bonds, Clemens.
It’s pretty soon time for first-round voting,
but pundits and voters are already griping:
Despite cases dismissed and transcripts
revealed, hearts are already convinced:
“Something” wasn’t and isn’t right.
Pete Rose is probably chuckling,
fuming or both. At least he’s admitting
(somewhat) transgression. The others?

Not a peep.

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