tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195084204316698108.post4521848157497873053..comments2024-02-19T07:12:32.248-06:00Comments on Baseball Outsider: A reader goes to CooperstownEdward Thomahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769979703606661737noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195084204316698108.post-5854110407939861232022-08-04T20:18:25.966-05:002022-08-04T20:18:25.966-05:00hello my name is Maxwell Salge age 12
hello my name is Maxwell Salge age 12<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195084204316698108.post-75003314911335784022011-08-09T10:56:37.621-05:002011-08-09T10:56:37.621-05:00Hello, I discovered your blog recently and had bee...Hello, I discovered your blog recently and had been wanting to say that I learn a lot from it. I’ve been a long-distance Twins fan since 1967, growing up in northern New Jersey and living most of my adult life in New York City. I made the day trip to Cooperstown (a four-hour drive and a beautiful one), as well. I had good memories of doing the same ten years earlier for Kirby’s induction. The fun part was that I met quite a few Twins fans this July who also had last been there a decade ago (we agreed that there were fewer people in attendance this time and we needn’t have staked out places sooo early). The atmosphere is always delightful, and we respected the Toronto fans (for Roberto Alomar), and they respected us (also a surprise contingent of Phillies fans to honor Pat Gillick). The fun part is that I had also been there in 1991 to see Rod Carew inducted. (Do you detect a pattern here? I’m wondering whom I’ll see ten years from now). <br /><br />Things were different at the Hall of Fame in 1991—everything was more intimate. It also happened that the Twins were scheduled to play in the exhibition game at Doubleday Field that weekend. My brother (a Twins fan who later defected when he moved to Red Sox country) and I were sitting in the right field stands in the tiny ballpark. When Kent Hrbek came up, we had the same thought, and he turned to me and said, “Get ready to catch one.” Well, on the next pitch Herbie hit it right toward us, but it sailed way over our heads into the parking lot. ’91 was such a good year, and that was a little part of it.Mariamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14522469095923480936noreply@blogger.com