Some heroes are hard to find: A visit to the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum
Bonin travels to the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in search of heroes and joyful moments with friends. My husband Billy and I have made many pilgrimages to the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York, as devoted baseball fans and weary Red Sox supporters.
Our last visit was three years ago when we escorted friends who happen to be Yankees fans and had never been to Cooperstown. Recently, we repeated this experience with another set of Yankee-fan friends.
The Unofficial Ambassador of Cooperstown
Who is the not-so-secret ambassador of the Hall of Fame and unofficial poster child for Cooperstown? More importantly, why, in the name of Harry Frazee—the much-maligned Red Sox owner who traded Babe Ruth to the Yankees and triggered "The Curse" that kept the Sox from winning a World Series until 2004—are all our friends Yankees fans? What does this say about us?
"I think it means we are extremely tolerant people, with a desire to help those who are less fortunate."
Our Travel Companions
Joe and Cyndi Fusco, the couple behind door No. 2 and our latest Cooperstown travel companions, are lovely middle-aged folks (eligible for senior discounts, unlike me) whom my husband and I have grown fond of through many open mic encounters in Worcester.
Summary
This visit to the Baseball Hall of Fame highlights enduring friendships and tolerance amidst deep-rooted baseball rivalries.
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