And just like that my first and final blog post has been started. This trip has marked the second time I have been to Cooperstown and subsequently the second time I have been to the Hall of Fame. The day started off early. Very early. I went down stairs for breakfast about 8:30 and promptly loaded into the van for our 5-ish mile trek to the Hall. Walking into the main lobby was an experience in its own. As I walked in, I immediately was drawn to three statues: Lou Gehrig, Jackie Robinson, and Roberto Clemente. After about 10 more minutes of organizing the trip within the lobby we were set free. We all were immediately were drawn to the plaque room seeing as how its the first room on the first floor. After skimming over the plaques of players I hardly recognized e.g. Hugh Duffy, Pud Galvin, Jack Beckly, etc. I really spent time looking over and reading my favorite player’s plaques: Dave Winfield, Mickey Mantle, Cool Papa Bell, Rickey Henderson, and Bob Gibson. Although I knew I had all day I was ready to go really explore the whole museum. Waiting for no one and venturing off alone I went upstairs to see what old New York Yankees treasures I could find. I was not disappointed. Sections dedicated to Yankee’s teams from every decade are what I am going to take away most from this trip. I was especially drawn to the section devoted to the Yankees’ teams of the 90′s. It was there I found my Holy Grail, Paul O’Neill’s bat from the 1994 season. I don’t know why but I never expected to find anything personal from my favorite player in the Hall since Paul O’Neill, the player, is not in himself. Honestly, after I saw his bat, I could’ve left. It made my day and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock, but nevertheless I pressed on. Soon after I saw exhibits of all current teams with memorabilia laden lockers, the infamous bloody sock, and all types of baseball art. The third floor was next, the record rooms. Home run balls, stolen bases, gloves, and cleats all from players that had broken some sort or record or passed a great milestone. Then, there it was, the World Series room. The room where there would surely be plenty of Yankees’ memorabilia that I couldn’t believe of seeing. Rings, Don Larsen’s hat from his 1956 perfect game, Mariano Rivera’s hat from the ’09 World Series, and the ball from the said Don Larsen game. That’s it. I was done. Nothing else mattered. I had seen it all. I was truly blown away by all of this great stuff that I had seen. It was time to hit the town. I roamed the streets of Cooperstown going in and out of shops browsing the many walls lined with jerseys, hats, and posters. Soon after, we went back to the museum to learn about the Cooperstown internship (which I have every intention to apply for). We toured the archives next. We saw the rooms where the Hall stores all of the items not currently on display in the museum, and we got a treat and saw the check that paid for Babe Ruth’s trade to the Yankees. By this time, however, I was so hungry it was hard to concentrate on much of anything. It was time to eat, and after a couple of hours of killing time, it had finally arrived. We sat down to dinner at the Doubleday Cafe which I totally recommend, and that concluded our day. I am now sitting in the hotel praying my Yanks can beat the Orioles because I DO NOT want a Game 5.
Brock