After a travel-filled Thursday, we arrived in upstate New York late Thursday night. You can see our prioriities -- we bypassed checking in our hotel at 11:00 PM and headed directly to the baseball complex to catch the last two innings of the 12U finals. The place was rocking, even at that time, and we were duly impressed with the facility -- 25 or so baseball fields in the single complex, along with the Athletes' Village, the snack shack (v. important), an infirmary and -- of course -- a gift shop.
We got up around 10:30-ish and got ready for a day of sightseeing. It's a beautiful small New England town, but there's not much here except the Hall of Fame, which was founded in 1939. You'd think after almost 70 years, the natives would have had a chance to get used to tourists invading their town, but not necessarily. Most locals were really nice, but some looked like they had seen one too many baseball-crazed fans come through their doorways and would rather get hit in the head with a Nolan Ryan fastball than suffer through answering another question about where the nearest public restroom is.
...and the scrapbooks! Yes, there are SCRAPBOOKS at the Baseball Hall of Fame.
In fact, if you think about it, the whole place is like one big scrapbook. Photos + Memories = Scrapbook!
Just think, if no one had kept all those cool pieces of
ephemera, they'd have big empty display cases instead of a cool museum. Put THAT thought in your dip can and chew it.
The girls lasted about an hour before they were ready to hit the gift shop (see a theme developing here?) and get some ice cream. We hung out while the boys finished up at the HOF.
While we were waiting, we took some pics