On our latest father-son golf trip, Gus and I made a small detour that turned into one of the highlights of our journey — our very first visit to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. We’d talked about it for years, and finally walking through those doors felt like stepping into the heart of the game itself.
Cooperstown has this timeless charm that makes every baseball fan feel at home. The streets were filled with people in their favorite team jerseys — Yankees, Red Sox, Mets, Cubs, and even a few Blue Jays like us. There’s something special about being surrounded by fans who all share the same love and respect for the game’s history.
Inside the Hall, it was almost overwhelming how much there was to see. From walls lined with bobbleheads to Shohei Ohtani’s Japanese exhibit showing how far baseball’s reach has grown, every corner told a story. Gus was drawn to the interactive displays and the legends he’s only seen on TV, while I couldn’t help but linger in front of the Toronto Blue Jays and Montreal Expos memorabilia. Seeing those familiar logos brought back memories of childhood summers, backyard games, and the moments that made me love baseball in the first place.
We ran out of time long before we were ready to leave. There were still rooms we hadn’t explored and stories we hadn’t read — but that just means we have the perfect excuse to come back.
After leaving the Hall, we headed to the Leatherstocking Golf Club, right on the shores of Otsego Lake. It turned out to be one of the most scenic and enjoyable rounds we’ve ever played together — the kind of round that feels less like a game and more like a memory in the making.
Baseball, golf, and time with my son — it doesn’t get much better than that. This stop in Cooperstown was another chapter in our Father-Son Golf & Baseball Adventures, and one we’ll be talking about for a long time.
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