Today, Sharon and I made the pilgrimage to Cooperstown, New York to visit the Baseball Hall of Fame.
The entire town of Cooperstown is devoted to baseball. Each storefront has throwback a throwback jersey from your favorite Hall-of-Famer, a made-to-order baseball bat, or a 100-year-old catcher's mitt.
Inside, they have floors of memorabilia that, as a baseball fan, blew me away. Lots of jerseys of great players, but they had the entire locker of Mantle, the "No Lights" sign for Chicago Cubs, programs of each World Series, the White Sox exploding scoreboard to the first hooker Babe Ruth had "relations" with as a Yankee.
If this place served beer, it would be just two blocks away from heaven.
Being more of a football fan than a baseball fan, without a doubt this Hall blows Canton out of the water.
Much more to see, and the town is out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Or you can actually see a Norman Rockwell painting in the Hall.
The real joy of the visit to the Hall is to go through the first-floor hall to see the plaques of each Hall of Famer. As a Cubs and Tigers fan, it is nice to see that each team had some talent.
From Banks to Cobb, the greats of Chicago and Detroit are all there. One of the interesting things that we noticed as we toured the Hall is the amount of players that served in the military.
If a player served, a special medallion was placed by their plaque. Hammerin' Hank served in WWII while The Georgia Peach served in the first World War.
If you are looking for directions to Cooperstown, it is 17 miles past the middle of nowhere. New York isn't like Michigan.
Each highway exit isn't representative of of the actual mile marker of the road. For example, going from exit 17 to exit 18 may be a twenty mile drive.
There are no chain restaurants in Cooperstown, so we didn't eat in town. We found an interesting restaurant about 45 miles away called Taco Bell.
If you haven't been there, I strongly advise you make the trip to just eat at this wonderful place.