I went to the basketball hall of fame numerous times, as it is nearby where I grew up.
I went to the hockey hall of fame once, in Toronto in 1997. That was great! I kissed the Stanley Cup in a Whalers jersey.
I went to the football hall of fame with Tad in 2001, on my way back to the West Coast to live. It was pretty cool. I saw OJ there! (His plaque, not him.)
I spent two days at the baseball hall of fame, staying at a nearby bed and breakfast. I could have spent a third day looking at old balls and bats that have no meaning outside of where they’ve been. I find this hard to explain.
