The countdown is on again, and for the Hodges family of Brooklyn, so is the wait. There will be another meeting early next month that will determine whether Gilbert Ray Hodges — who was born in Princeton, Ind., before becoming a star in Brooklyn and an icon in Queens — will be elected to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
It is time. It is past time. It is actually way past time.
“To me, it doesn’t change much, honestly, if he gets in or he doesn’t get in, because everyone who knew my father knew what he accomplished and they know he belongs there,” Hodges’ daughter, Irene, told me Saturday morning. “But he is obviously so deserving of a place there. It would mean so much to so many.”
It would also right a wrong that has existed for far too long. Hodges’ absence from Cooperstown is a black mark against the roster of greats the Hall is commissioned to honor.
Look, you can certainly argue that his playing career, as great as it was, was a borderline case for enshrinement. You can argue that despite managing the 1969 Mets — arguably the most famous baseball team ever, inarguably the authors of the greatest baseball story ever told — his time as a manager was too brief to be considered Hall-worthy.
Gil Hodges hit 370 homers in his 18-year career, mostly with the Dodgers and was the manager of the…