Here's Peter Gammons (the man) on Jose Canseco's career and his plans now...
Skunkism II. Jose Canseco. Blackballed? Give us a break. A tell-all book? Fine, his steroid claims further discount his 462 career home runs, which given the era translates to about 350 for those who came up in the early 1970s.
Canseco led the AL in at least one category four times. He knocked in more than 95 runs once after 1992, inexcusable for a run-producing player who'd let himself get out of baseball shape so badly that he could only DH. Compare him to Dwight Evans, who won nine Gold Gloves, who given the larger ballparks, smaller bodies and for several seasons in the '70s played with the cowhide experiment that led to so many balls falling apart and softening, and the 462/385 home run difference is no difference at all.
Evans played in two World Series, and in both 1975 -- with his catch of a Joe Morgan flyball that rivalled Willie Mays in '54 and Devon White in '93 -- was Boston's best player, finishing with a .300 series average. Canseco's only postseason defensive memory was an embarrassment in the 1990 World Series in Cincinnati that outraged A's manager Tony LaRussa at the time, and his postseason career offensive totals were 19-for-102.
Puhleaze. The notion of a second rate DH being in the Hall of Fame ahead of a superior player who was the best defensive right fielder I saw in 25 years is an affront to the sport. So go write the book, or have someone else write it, and get some Miami talk show host who wouldn't know baseball from dog racing to moan your failure to make it to Cooperstown.
Evans was a better player than Canseco in every single phase of the game. The funny thing is that Canseco is a good guy and was liked by his teammates ... he just wasn't a very good baseball player the last 10 years of his career, which made him one of the biggest wastes of talent of his time.
Here's how my team "Hues Corporation" scored 24 runs in the top of the eighth in a 37-11 win over the home team at Coors field... Darrell Evans hits a triple.  Jim Wynn gets walked.  Fred Lynn gets walked.