I've been to Cooperstown three times, the latest trip being last year when my favorite player, Frank Thomas, was inducted. Made the trip with one of my sons, both of my brothers, and a nephew. We flew in on Friday of induction weekend from all points -- Texas, North Carolina, Washington, D.C., and NYC. Rented a van, stayed in Albany. Saturday, headed over to hit a micro-brewery near Cooperstown, did the tour, had lunch, then went into town.
Cooperstown is in fact a village. The Hall, Doubleday Field, and too many baseball memorabilia shops to count. Quaint houses, all immaculately kept. Tens of thousands of fans in the streets, in line to go through the Hall. Saturday night is the parade of the members of the Hall. All of these former stars seem to relish the weekend. Cal Ripken is legendary for signing autographs along the parade route.
Sunday, Induction day, was unforgettable. The Big Hurt wept when recalling his dad, then later named over 100 former teammates he wished to thank. Tony LaRussa seemed the most enigmatic, not revealing much about himself.
It was so much fun watching Biggio go in this year. Was sorry he had to wait, as he is a fitting rep for the Astros, almost a throw-back to the players of the '60s.
I'm going back, with the rest of our crew, when Chipper Jones goes in. If you haven't been, you must go. For the true baseball fan, it's a trip to Mecca.
Semper Fidelis