Never really thought of Jack Morris as HOF caliber (Seaver, Gibson, Carlton level) during his career, with the caveat that I rarely gave much thought to Jack Morris while he was pitching every one of his innings in the American League. Several years ago, MLB Network did its series of Greatest Games of the previous fifty years, with the Twins-Braves 1-0 duel placing second. The guests were Morris and John Smoltz. I came away from listening to him thinking if he gets in, he'll give a helluva speech. For that alone I was cool with him going in (in the sense that his status wasn't going to bother me one way or the other). I was reminded this morning of an unpleasant incident from his playing days: When Detroit Free Press sports writer Jennifer Frey tried to get a comment from Tigers pitcher Jack Morris in the Tigers' clubhouse earlier this summer, he said, "I don't talk to people when I'm naked, especially women, unless they're on top of me or I'm on top of them." It was an odd thing to say, since Morris was wearing long underwear at the time. There are countless rabbit holes one can go down that will leave you discouraged about humanity in general and Hall of Famers specifically, and one would like to believe that this boorishness not to mention unprofessionalism from 27 years ago would be something an older, perhaps more evolved person might regret or at least wouldn't do again. But now when I see Morris take the podium, no matter how eloquent or emotional he is, I'm gonna think, "man, what an unnecessary dick he was to the late Jennifer Frey."