Baseball fans will know immediately what I’m talking about when I say I took a trip to Cooperstown.
For those of you who don’t know, it means a trip to the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. The mecca for us baseball fans.
Last month, my father and I visited the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum. It was a surprise birthday present to us from our family. My father turned 70 last month, and I turned 40 yesterday.
Here we were at my parents’ apartment out in the suburbs of Chicago, and our families surprised us with this gift: plane tickets, car rental, and hotel. I was amazed and stupified.
So on a Friday morning my father and I flew from Midway airport to Albany, NY, rented our car and drove to our hotel in Otsego. I have never been to that part of New York state before. It’s very pretty with lots of big hills. I imagine winter is both fun and difficult there.
Cooperstown is not near anything other than some other nice quaint small towns. It’s an hour and a half drive from Albany, the state capital.
The hall and museum are in downtown Cooperstown. Downtown Cooperstown is dominated by businesses that deal in Baseball Memorabilia. One of the fun things was watching my father look at all the old baseball cards from the Forties and Fifties, point and say, “I had that one, and that one, and that one…” His mother threw out his baseball card collection while he was in the Air Force. Years ago, for Father’s Day my sister, mother, and I bought him a T-shirt that said, “I used to be a millionaire until my mother threw out my baseball card collection.”
The museum has a fantastic exhibit, complete with artifacts that cover baseball’s entire history beginning with baseball’s murky start. (Though Abner Doubleday is credited with inventing the sport, the Hall does not shy away from the idea that others played a role.)
Here’s part of the Hall itself. You can see all the people looking at the plaques of those players, managers, and others who were voted in.
And last but not least, here are my father and I outside the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum,
A Yankees’ fan took the photo for us. We had a nice talk with him and his wife. He wasn’t too happy about the fact that the ticket for the Hall of Fame had a picture of Tom Seaver on it. Afterall, Seaver pitched for the Mets.
Those are only a small sample of the pictures my father took. I forgot my camera.
Anyway, it was a wonderful trip, and I’m grateful to have a family that thinks so much of me that they put in so much effort and spent months planning this trip for me and my father.