For us midwesterners, Harry Carrey would reign supreme as inductee/finalist. No, not the the cowboy actor of the oaters from the 1930s but the legendary Chicago baseball broadcaster. And not even his days with the Cubs but his memorable work with Jimmy Piersall on Saturday afternoon Sox games when they would broadcast from the centerfield bleachers [ complete with shower ]. Harry NEVER turned down a fan-bought brew and oft times his play-by-play would take on an almost transcendant quality. Yes, he still remained quite the boozer when he moved to the north-side, but memories of a shirtless, spitting baseball icon deserves special consideration