Cooperstown and the Baseball Hall of Fame

Three strikes and I’m out, out of luck that is. As an off season traveler coming to Cooperstown NY during inductee weekend for the Baseball Hall of Fame is high and wide at the plate. I am the only male in town without a baseball cap or in sneakers. Others may call it luck that I ventured here at its peak turnout. The streets of what appears to be a very picturesque town are jam packed with bat carrying fanatics with future fanatics in tow. Lil and I are paranoid that everyone will discover that we do not know the standings of either league or that we came to see the Fenimore Museum. I am tempted to use the name Abner Doubleday when making dinner reservations tonight. Better yet I just may buy a hat and join in the fun.