Posted by Teddy Panos, Sun Staff
He was down to the final strike, with two outs in the bottom of the 9th. And just as he did 382-times during an illustrious 16-year career with the Red Sox, he hit one out of the park.
From here on out, Jim Rice becomes “Hall of Famer” Jim Rice.
The fearsome slugger, who usually flew the fences by a mile, just barely cleared the wall that had stymied him for so long. In his last at bat, Rice needed 405 votes from the Baseball Writers Association of America. He got 412, becoming the first player selected in his final year of eligibility since the Pirates’ Ralph Kiner in 1975, the same year the Sox phenom burst onto the scene with Rookie of the Year teammate Fred Lynn.
Why it took so long is a mystery to me. Those writers who voted against him will tell you its all about the numbers. Put them under truth serum, however, and I’ll bet most of them would tell you its all about Jim Ed being as scary with a microphone in his face as he was with a bat in his hands.
How else does one explain why players with far inferior resumes already have plaques in Cooperstown, while the 54-year old Rice had to spend the last decade trying to reshape his image from scowling slugger to gracious gabber? Where he once ran from or intimidated his interviewers, Rice now engages them with words or a smile.
Not that it should have mattered. Baseball’s Hall of Fame is loaded with nasty people and racists, degenerate gamblers and cheaters. The Sox leftfielder was a saint compared to many of those already enshrined.
The arguments about longevity don’t hold water, either. So what if Jim Ed only dominated for a decade? The point is; he dominated. Jim Hendrix’ run didn’t even last a decade, but was there a better guitar player over that short period than the Rock and Roll Hall of Famer?
Actually, Rice’s career more closely parallels another music star with a space in the Hall; Elvis Presley. Sure the latter years weren’t always pretty or great, but when he was on, nobody brought fans out of their seats like a young Elvis. Until he got older and lost the ability to get the hips around on a fastball, Jim Rice had the same effect at a ballpark.
I could bore you with statistics, those averages and totals that have been debated ad nauseam since his first year of eligibility. When judging Hall-worthy athletes, however, I like to trust the eyes. My second time ever at Fenway, back in 1976, a Rice home run accounted for the only score in a 1-0 win over the Tigers. I never sat down again at Fenway as long as #14 was in the batter’s box.
What I saw there and on television was the most feared hitter in the game. He could hit for average and he could hit for power. Boy could he hit for power. Before steroids made pint-sized second baseman blasting opposite field home runs a more common occurrence than a teenager text messaging, Rice could muscle a ball out of any part of any park in America.
That legendary power is still on display at golf courses throughout the area. Rice was invited to hit the ceremonial first tee shot at a charity golf tournament I attended a few years back. I’d heard the stories from others who’d shared a golf cart with Big Jim, though I suspected there might be some tall to those tales.
Uh-uh. He absolutely crushed that dimpled ball the same way he crushed the stitched cowhide ones over his career. You really had to see it to believe it. The eyes don’t lie. Much like they didn’t lie all those years I saw Jim Rice as a Baseball Hall of Famer.
The only shame is it took some voters so long to open their eyes and see the same thing.
That's the view from here...how do you see things? Does Rice belong in the Hall? Why did it take so long for him to get there? Taking steroids out of the equation, has there been a better right-handed hitter since his retirement?