For a richer experience, play the sound file while reviewing this post about America’s past-time:
I’ve wanted to attend the National Baseball Hall of Fame for as long as I’ve been a baseball fan,
which for me culminated in 1960, when my hometown team, the improbable Pittsburgh Pirates contended for their first National League pennant in 33 years, and went on to play in the World Series against the much-favored New York Yankees.
The series was notable for a number of reasons. The Yankees, who had won 10 pennants in the past 12 years, outscored the Pirates 55–27, outhit them 91–60, outbatted them .338 to .256, hit 10 home runs to Pittsburgh’s four (three of which came in Game 7), and were twice shutout in complete games by Whitey Ford. And they lost.
The series was decided in the seventh game with a dramatic walk-off home run by Bill Mazeroski–a feat that never happened before in baseball’s history, and today, ranks eighth on Sports Illustrated list of the 100 Greatest Moments in Sports History.
Beyond that, I couldn’t imagine there being a boy playing Little League baseball who didn’t step up to the plate pretending to be “Maz” and winning it all with one swing of the bat.
Baseball was more than a national past-time to me; it was part of my life–whether it was practicing, playing the game, or collecting and trading baseball cards with friends…
although I was never a serious collector who was fortunate enough to possess a part of the Holy Trinity.
The Baseball Hall of Fame is synonymous with Cooperstown. Every year, during the mid-season break, the induction ceremony celebrates the best players who have ever taken the field,
to play a game that began in Hoboken, NJ on June 19, 1846 at Elysian Fields.
The village of Cooperstown is a buccolic hamlet on the southern tip of Otsego Lake in upstate New York.
The town, once known as the birthplace of famed author, James Fenimore Cooper,
is now a town devoted to sports memorabilia on every street corner,
and catering to fans looking to own a small piece of folk history.
There’s also a legendary ballpark that each year hosts hundreds of Little League games,
and the Hall of Fame Classic, featuring the best of the game.
Baseball is about the pioneers,
the ballfields,
the fans,
the mascots,
and the records…
But mostly, it’s about the players.
Cooperstown is a shrine for all my boyhood heroes…
and my fond memories of baseball–at the ballpark, where I felt lucky to attend an occasional game at Forbes Field with my dad; on the transistor radio, pretending to sleep, but listening in the dark with an earpiece to Bob Prince calling the game; and in newspapers, where I eagerly checked the box score the following day.
The National Baseball Hall of Fame is a hit with 250,000 fans visiting every year, and a museum worth catching if stricken with baseball fever.
I guess Baseball is in our blood!!
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Sandy Koufax, Hank Greenburg and Ryan Sandberg to be precise.
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OMG!!!! What a dream come true! George would have gone bananas!! For me The Brooklyn Dodgers and #42 were the winners…I still wear his shirt!
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You are not alone. Not a Dodger fan (as you now know), but a big Jackie fan for sure!
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Hello again fellow yinzer. Thanks for sharing these pictures. My parents went to Cooperstown and the Hall of Fame last summer for their anniversary. My mom is a big baseball fan and has always wanted to go. She said it was an awesome museum and Cooperstown a really cool town.
To be honest, I’m not much for baseball (especially now lol) but there’s something about the Pirates that’s so quintessentially Pittsburgh history. I love hearing my dad talk about games at Forbes Field and Maz’s walk off. I have many memories of falling asleep in the backseat of my parents’ mini van late summer nights listening to Bob Walk’s voice narrate the games. My great-uncle even worked as an usher at Forbes Field and Three Rivers and had several autographs of the likes of Clemente, Stargell, and Maz, but unfortunately it somehow went missing over the years.
Nice post.
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Nice memories. And find those autographs! Your grandchildren will thank you. After all, Honus Wagner’s card (T206) set a record for over $3M at auction in 2016. Pittsburgh pride!
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haha I don’t think a Honus Wagner signature was part of the collection, just the players from the 60s and 70s. My mom seems to think that her brother (the only boy in a family of 5) snatched the autograph book when my grandparents passed away and is hoarding it somewhere in his house but he refuses to talk about it. Sigh. I guess we’ll never know!
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Arrr! It’s time to cozy up to uncle, and get him to spill the beans about the Pirate treasure, or he walks the plank ☠…
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Hahahahaha if only he weren’t so prickly….
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