OK, this will be the last update on the old coot who didn't put Rickey Henderson on his Hall of Fame ballot, I promise. (And not just because it's kind of pointless, seeing as only got 511 of a possible 539 Hall of Fame votes, so there are 27 other "blockheads" floating around out there somewhere.)

To be honest, I didn't even want to bother with story anymore-- I think I've already beaten the whole HOF voting thing to death pretty good, no?-- but since it turns out that our old friend Corky Simpson (aka the Corkster) is hilariously unapologetic in his disdain for the internet, I figured it was worth diving into one more time.

In their excellent summary of the whole business, complete with many angry quotes from the various blogs that picked up on this story, the Columbia Journalism Review (seriously) has tracked down Corky Simpson-- a self-proclaimed "stubborn old mule from Missouri", and former AP Sportswriter of the Year-- to ask him what it's like "to see your vote—and a column whose traditional audience is generally limited to retirees—met with such Web-based outrage?"

“I think of the literature on the Internet in the same way that I think of the literature on the walls of public bathrooms,” Simpson says. “With the exception that the literature on the walls of public bathrooms is a little higher class.”

“The Internet is like a sewer. It’s very necessary, but you wouldn’t want to spend a lot of time there.”

Awesome! I mean, the one surefire way to get sand into a blogger's vagina is to say something stupid and then defend yourself by shitting on the internet from your perch atop an AP Sportswriter of the Year trophy, and yet... I think I totally love this guy now.

He's paid his dues and then some, he's retired, he just wants to live a quiet life and write for the paper that serves the retirement community of Green Valley, Arizona, and he doesn't really give a fuck what any of these internet peckers think.

His latest article for the Green Valley News and Sun addresses the whole situation as well, where he claims, "I felt like Boris Karloff in his Frankenstein suit, being chased by villagers carrying torches", and openly wonders where the outrage is over every other Hall of Famer who wasn't elected unanimously.

So yeah, despite whatever nonsense might have happened with the ballot, OK, I admit it, this guy might be a little bit awesome.