Guilty Until Proven Innocent

I began playing the game of baseball at the age of five.  I've been a fan ever since.  The pinnacle of baseball is located in Cooperstown, NY:  The Baseball Hall of Fame.  It is here where the legends and greats of the game are recognized and adored.  It is the highest honor one can achieve while playing a kids game as a means to put bread on the table.  Rest assured, if you end up here, it's a damn nice table in a mansion located in any geographical locale your heart desires.  But, this piece is not about lifestyle, financial accomplishments, or how fame led to a surly demise of one's character.  No.  This is about a narcissistic group of individuals who somehow are led to believe that they are the guardians to Fort Knox.  Follow along after the jump...