Walking through the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum is like following bread crumbs for 100 years.
The world is beautiful, ugly, memorable ... a living, breathing postcard collage. This wasn't my first time in Cooperstown, but it was my first time with my family. The difference in sharing is striking.
It's obvious by my job that I love baseball. Connecting the dots with them was much more rewarding.
With apologies to Abner Doubleday, everything starts with Babe Ruth. When they were growing up, my kids loved the movie "The Sandlot," so each turn helped place the Great Bambino in context. They marveled at statistics and more than anything, his size. His jersey could have served as a blanket for campers at Cooperstown Dreams Park. When my kids saw Ruth's bat, they paused in amazement. It was part piano leg, part tree trunk.
Read Full Article »
