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 Baseball Hall of Fame (Cooperstown, NY) - Travel Essay

 www.baseballhalloffame.org      www.cooperstownchamber.org

 The baseball hall of fame is located on 25 Main Street in Cooperstown, N.Y. USA

 I have checked out the two above websites.  They are very good! I know that everyone who comes to the baseball hall of fame is looking for what they want.  Some people check out the fabulous pictures.  Some want the action exhibits.  Some people want to look at the statistics.  Some want to troll the gift shop and purchase the coolest stuff! 

 I came to Cooperstown in the summer of 1983. My girl friend was completely indifferent to Cooperstown.  She wanted to leave after 15 minutes.  My girl friend (Lydia) really only knew of one baseball player.  That player was Dwight Evans who played many years in right field for the Boston Red Sox.  Lydia loved to yell LET’S GO DEWEY!!!!! That was her only link to baseball.

 People see the game in different ways.  A great friend of mine (Ted) often told me that he was a much better sportsman than I was because he watched every game on TV that he could.  My rejoinder was that, no I was the better sportsman because, even though I did not watch TV baseball very much, I played every chance that I could.  My favorite saying was that “I would rather play wiffle ball than watch the World Series”. Of course, to compare our levels of sportsmanship is ridiculous.  We were in totally different places, ages and levels of health.

 Here are some of the highlights and low lights of my baseball - softball career.

I played Little League for three years but skipped the fourth year.  I was dominating for my age as a pitcher. (Good memory)

 My “coach” used me to throw the game.  I was a pitcher. My coach told me to make sure I was ready. (I was told to pitch in the bullpen on both the top and the bottom of the inning). The coach told me to throw as hard as I could continuously.  The coach brought me in to the game in the fifth inning.  By this time I had probably thrown 200 pitches.  My arm was like a wet noodle. I found out 15 years later that the coach had thrown the game to earn 10 dollars. (My worst ever memory).

 I moved up to junior high baseball and had a new coach.  The coach told me to throw batting practice.  I threw the batting practice, but some of my “buddies” told the coach that I was throwing lolly pops right up the middle.  Isn’t that what I am supposed to do?

 I do have many great memories which I will skip over for now.  I want you to know that I am still playing softball at 57 years old.  To be continued....

Sources: Above websites, Author's memories

Roger Lacroix, Contact: Roger@Stationhill.com
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Posted 04/26/2009