On Sunday we drove about 20 minutes to the nearest Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints meeting house. As I've said before, it is amazing how much the Church is the same everywhere. The rest of Sunday was spent quietly at the condo. We played mini golf and corn hole, watched National Treasure in their 30-seat theater, and played games in the arcade. Then a quick dip in the pool and my sweetie made us a nice dinner.
Monday was a different story. We got up early so that we could get on the road. It was two and a half hours to Cooperstown and we were hoping to time it so we could see a ballgame.
When we finally got there, it was mid-morning and we drove through town just looking around before we parked in the Doubleday lot. The kids were excited about the batting cages right next door, so the first thing we did (after wiping away Curly's tears) was get set up to do some hitting. I have never been in a batting cage before and it was SO much fun!
The experience cheered up Curly considerably, so we took the opportunity to first, buy him a Cooperstown hat, and second, to make our way straight to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
We thought we would run in to a lot more families doing just we were were doing in between their games, but it was pretty quiet in town.
The museum was even more amazing than I had imagined. Nearly every famous baseball player I have ever heard of was represented somewhere in the massive halls.
When we were finally finished paying homage to the finest game ever played, we headed back out to the streets of Cooperstown. The kids had seen several places they wanted to visit and we were all ready for some lunch.
One of our favorite places was the Cooperstown Bat Company, but Curly preferred the baseball cards in huge packs. They were much more affordable. When we were finished with our window shopping, we drove out to the Cooperstown Dreams Park to see if we could catch a bit of a game. It would have completed our experience. Sadly, we began to understand why there weren't very many people in town. This was supposed to be the last week of the season, the week our Blue Sox were supposed to play, but there were no teams; no games. Apparently, COVID hurt more than just our team.
All we got to see was the Cooperstown (broken) Dreams Park.
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I'm so sorry to hear about the sad part of your day in Cooperstown. It's no wonder you said Curly was crying.
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