We headed out early in the cold and mist downtown. On the way, we saw bicycles whizzing past in the opposite direction. One after the other and then some in packs. My brother said he would have ridden if he'd known about it. I was like, in the cold and rain when we have only a day to see the Hall of Fame? His regret faded, but he did say it was nice weather to ride because when you ride, you don't feel the cold. Eddie agreed. I remain unconvinced.
We parked a bit up the street from the Hall of Fame so we could avoid having to feed the broken meters. We'd found the street when we were driving around town looking for things to take pictures of. We found this statue and took pictures.
We were the first to arrive at the Hall of Fame. I had imagined there'd be a line outside. Nope. Empty. It was a few minutes before opening and we were running around taking pictures.
First, let me tangent into the devolution of a hand stamp. I think because I moisturize my hands so much, stamps don't take to my skin very well. Here's what happened to my hand:
|It didn't even start out right. It's a bat, ball, and mitt, but mine is a bat, ball, and smudge.|
|Bat, ball, and mitt, all smudged up real good.|
As in, we began on the third floor (not knowing we were supposed to start on the second, but it worked out better since we had the third floor to ourselves as everyone else was a floor below). We got interactive with the papier mache fans.
|Find me in this picture!|
I spent a lot of my time looping back around to see what the boys were reading or taking pictures of. I watched Who's On First on a loop for a while. Then I took to amusing myself by photobombing Eddie's pictures. We got to the actual Hall of Fame where all the plaques are, and that was pretty breath-taking. Eventually, we went to lunch--had really really really good pizza--hit some shops, and returned to the Hall of Fame so my brother could read more stuff.
|The very nice museum work man asked if we'd like to both be in it and made sure it was a nice picture.|
|Eddie on the Hall of Fame wall|
|We found much joy in the kids' room of the museum.|
|Something for writers!|
Oh! We also went to the wax museum. We had laughed about going, wondering why would anyone go there. Then we found ourselves strangely drawn to it. It was scary in many ways. First, it's the kind of thing I'm scared of right off the bat (ha! bat! I pun. I pun). Second, the wax figures were jacked up. The only one that actually looked like whom it was supposed to look like was George Costanza from Seinfeld, and he isn't even a ball player. They had Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe, and the Marilyn was so bad (she looked like Madonna on crack), I couldn't even take a picture to make fun of it. Still, we found ways to have a good time. My brother figured that the wax museum was really a grand scheme to push for players to get into the Hall of Fame since they had Pete Rose and some other person who isn't in the Hall because of controversy. They also had Kevin Costner.
|Supposedly Giuliani and Bush. More like a constipated Clark Gregg and a stiff Tom Berenger.|
|Sleep slouching Joe Torre and Don Zimmer. Who actually looks like Don Zimmer.|
|Elevator carpet. Coolest part.|
|Field of Dreams meets Children of the Corn = Field of Nightmares|
|That's Eddie, photobombing|