BFF, HOF, Upstate NY


DAY 66 -- I met my friend David when he and I were five. We started kindergarten together and were best friends from the start. All these years later, states have separated us, we've gone extended periods of time without being in touch, and we've both earned our fair share of gray in our beards ... but nothing will ever keep us from picking up where we left off each time we're lucky enough to see each other. Coincidentally, David lives not too far north of Amy's childhood friend we'd been staying with -- and north happened to be the direction we were headed.


Man. So great to catch up with old friends.

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With nothing but time on our hands, there was no way we were going to miss an opportunity to drive a little bit out of our way and visit the National Baseball Hall of Fame. I've wanted to visit Cooperstown since I was a kid and getting to our final destination a few hours later than initially planned was totally worth it.


I'll save you from the countless pictures I took of Cubs mentions throughout the Hall today and share with you an even more "Tim" version of the tour. Including...

...the San Diego Chicken. Or as I remember him, the co-host of Saturday morning's The Baseball Bunch...


...this recorded tribute to Fernando Valenzuela. A record I now need to find...


...a pack of Big League Chew, of course...


...a sign in support of Jose Canseco. I mention this not only because Canseco was one of my childhood favorites, but also because if you're not following his train-wreck of a Twitter account, you're missing one of the best things the internet has to offer...


...Homer...


...the Phillie Phanatic...


...an exhibit that made me want to punch the closest person in a Cardinals shirt...


...but then I remembered that all is right in the world...


...this joke of a story that supposedly saved baseball at the cost of questionable records...


...a Pete Rose visual. Interesting. A guy banned from the Hall of Fame with a screen explaining that he's banned. Not quite banned if you ask me...


...and finally some outdoor practice before hitting the road for our final destination.


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Three and a half hours later, we finally made it. Our final destination -- Plattsburgh, NY -- my wife's childhood home.

2 comments:

Susan Boresi said...

Small World! I've been following your blog for a while and really enjoy it, but this one really made me smile. Your friend Dave is one of my son's best friends/roommates if he is the Dave that went to North Central College in Naperville for his undergrad work. He also was part of a podcast that he, my son, and another roommate has. He is a great guy!

TL said...

Hi Susan ... Glad to know you enjoy this nonsense I share online. I am 99% sure I've met your son at least once but at the very least I know he and I keep at least remote tabs on each other online. Either way, it's fun to know that my childhood best friend's college roommate's mom is following what I write! :)