It’s the time of year where I pretend to be a blogger and self-important and write my two annual reports. The first is my famous hall of fame ballot, which I have been doing for probably 10 years in some form or another. The second is my top read books of the year. This will be my second annual. Why so few? Well, probably because I really only became a somewhat consistent pleasure reader a few years ago.
Following my very successful top 12 of 2012, I am presenting my top 13 of 2013.
One of our favourite rooms on the planet!
Well, it’s that time of the year again. It’s the time when I know I will be upset over something so stupid.
Last year I made my fourth lifetime trip to Cooperstown, second on induction weekend.
Cooperstown is a magical and mystical place, especially to someone who grew up loving baseball. It’s a place where legends are remembered and no matter how old you are you become a child again, swept up in it all. And on the Saturday of Hall of Fame Weekend, the last weekend in July, all the heroes from your childhood and legends from before parade up and down the one street in town; the one with the traffic light.
If you’ve never been to Cooperstown stop thinking about going, just go. It’s a quick 5-hour drive from Toronto.