We arrived in Cooperstown Friday night. Serena made us a killer playlist and if you follow us on Instagram, you would've had an opportunity to enjoy one of our many exceptional sing along videos.
As per Google maps, it should only take us four and a half miles. We determined that Google lies to us. It took us over five hours. Partly because the Cross Bronx Expressway is Hades. If you've read or seen Percy Jackson, you may think Hades is beneath LA, but that's false. It's actually the Cross Bronx. However, a major factor in us arriving so late is the fact that you must travel miles and miles of creepy country road in the dark surrounded by ghost fog.
Some of you may not be in touch with the supernatural and/or the show, Supernatural, but ghost fog is a very real danger. It's like fog, only worse. It has all of the dangerous components of normal fog, but includes ghosts that may try to infiltrate your automobile or person. And then kill you.
Obviously, we survived.
We headed out to the village of Cooperstown the next morning. We parked at Doubleday Field and got to watch a bunch of old fat men attempting to play baseball. It was an embarrassing display of athletic prowess. Men in your 20's? We've seen your future. And it's ugly.
We found the fact that the Chicago Cubs recording 116 victories fascinating considering the Cubs are...well...the Cubs. How things have changed.
On the third floor, we found an exhibit on super fans and crazy characters at ballparks. Like...legit fans and individuals that were once alive and attended ball games. They have an exhibit. They were so f*cking weird and memorable that they have their own exhibit. We need to be in this exhibit. It's our new goal in life.
The super fan display was just outside the "Sacred Ground" exhibit, which basically catalogs what we, as baseball fans, love about going to baseball games.
This gallery housed the original class of inductees as well as the most recent: