I know that purely by the numbers, Jack Morris does not belong in the Hall of Fame. If one just looked at the stats, they'd see a very good pitcher and a very strong pitcher in his era. He also owned an ERA which would be the highest in the HOF, never won a Cy Young, and never blew people away.
He did, however, do a couple of things. He imposed his will on batters, he ate up innings, and he won.
Never was that more effectively on display than in Game 7 of the 1991 World Series. Deservedly touted as one of the best baseball games of all times, Morris' gutty 10 inning shutout performance, against the best team in MLB at the time and on the biggest stage, was a thing of renown.
Sometimes there are special moments in our lives that transcend us. They end up defining us, even though, in actuality, there is some much more to us than that one moment. Such is fate though. Sometimes those moments carry us, and sometimes it even helps carry us all the way to the HOF.
Is Morris bigger than that one game? Of course. The man was a horse of starting pitcher; one of the best of the 80's. But when you add in that one game...
Congratulations, Black Jack. You were awesome.
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