Fifteen stinking votes. That’s all Ron Santo needed. Well Ron, wait until next year (actually two years).

The Hall of Famers voted and decided that they already have all of the greatest players ever, so screw anybody else.

And so Ron Santo is left to stare out onto the desert horizon and wonder what he has to do to get into that weird little club in Cooperstown.

He could start with an inter-state killing spree that would take out 15 of the current Hall of Famers, I suppose.