Built a nearly adequate compiler's case for the Hall of Fame while aggressively uninterested in preserving his body. If he'd given, perhaps, a single fuck, then maybe the 6.5 bWAR he turned in before turning 30 would have improved enough to make voters to take a real look at his career. He's like the Dave Parker of pitchers. Except instead of sinking his prime with cocaine, Wells did it with whiskey and cheeseburgers.