Jim Ed was my favorite player when I was a kid. His career stats don't look all that impressive compared to some of the bloated figures from the steroid era. But from about 1977-1983 he was the baddest badass in all of baseball. No one was more feared.
He's been considered a marginal choice for the Hall by some, but for those of us who remember what he could do (and, okay, grew up in New England) he should have been picked long ago. His prickly relationship with sportswriters certainly contributed to the delay.
Congrats, Jim. It took way too long, but the plaque's finally going up now and it's not coming down.