Cooperstown, New York does more than impress
Words simply cannot describe the time Andrew and I had Wednesday at the Baseball Hall of Fame. From the time we woke up in our hotel in Utica, New York at 7 a.m. to the time we left the baseball mecca at 5 p.m. we were entranced with the National Pastime for hours upon end.
We first arrived in the village of Cooperstown and stopped at the Visitor Center of the town. The nice old lady in the center helped us plan our day. She was a real gem and made us feel welcomed.
Our day began at Doubleday Field.
The classic field allowed us to take a step into yesteryear. The stadium is built like a vintage ballpark, because it is just that. “The Birthplace of Baseball” as it is dubbed welcomed us with open arms. We went into the grandstand, snapped some nice pictures and imagined it was us out on that field. The field that has housed many ballgames including the annual Hall of Fame game and scenes from the movie “A League of Their Own.”
We strolled the streets of Cooperstown as we walked towards the Hall. It is a great main street with only one stop light. Either side of the road is filled with excellent baseball themed shops, diners and stores. Each store is filled with wall-to-wall memorobilla that cannot be found anywhere else. Each store is loaded with all kinds of trinkets and goodies. Many are stocked with Yankees, Mets and Red Sox gear however I was surprised that the Pirates were well represented. Here are some pictures of the “town with baseball on the brain.”
The Hall of Fame allowed us to see the game we love like we haven’t seen before. As 21 year olds we felt we were in a great position to truly appreciate the game we love. At the end of the day we found that we truly did.
While we did come all the way from Ohio, eight hours to be exact, to enjoy the pride and passion of baseball, we had a hidden agenda. To let Pete Rose in the Hall! We had a picture printed out of the “Hit King” and wanted to send a message that most baseball fans truly want him in the hall. Pay attention to this entry to see if our mission was accomplished.
But like I said before, the day was simply too good to be true, words cannot describe the awesome time we had. So let these pictures tell you that it was a great day.
When we first set foot on the steps of the hall, we were blown away. It was also a perfect opportunity to let out Pete and give him a glimpse to where he belongs! Thats Andrew holding up the picture of Pete Rose.
The Yankees famed Holy Cow!
The Babe Ruth room was too much for Andrew to handle. He is the biggest Yankee fan I know. The Yanks come before everything when you know Drew. It really is phenomenal the feeling he has for his team. He has something to cheer for year in and year out and I envy him. The Ruth room contained many artifacts from his illustrious career including his contracts, 60 HR bat, glove and a few trophies.
Finally, some Pirates swag! I did not even notice this special cabinet, Andrew had to point it ou as I was pre-occupied at the Orioles cabinet. It was great to see this dedication as only a few teams had one. Mostly elite and historic teams such as the Red Sox, Dodgers, Giants, Cardinals, Orioles etc. had a display all to their own.
While I’m on a roll heres some more Pirates goodies. That is an actual on-deck circle from Three Rivers Stadium.
Hey hey whatyaknow! Looks like Pete really did find his way into the hall. Looks like our efforts paid off!
Now the real reason the hall is established is to honor those whose accomplishments have excelled beyond the normalcy of most players. The select few who have plaques adorning the sacred walls are the best of the best. Here are some of those players.
Roberto Clemente and Mickey Mantle, probably our two favorite classic players from our personal favorite teams.
After we browsed the plaques, we departed the hall. It was a sad moment as we never wanted to leave. On our way out, however, I was greeted by a man after my own heart.
After talking to Mets, Yankees, Philies and general fans of baseball in the hall it was so refreshing to meet a fellow Pirates fan. This man with his grandsons flew in from San Diego, California to visit Cooperstown. Originally from the Pittsburgh area this guy has since resided in SD but continues to cheer for the Pirates. As he told me stories from the 1960 World Series I told him how beautiful PNC Park was as he has never been there. It was awesome and definitely a moment that was worth a picture.
Andrew and I said it was like a dream. It didn’t seem real, yet it totally was. It will be a day we will never forget and we have planned to go back up every five years or at least when one of our favorite players is inducted.
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