There's Pete in Coopertown!!!. The guy
with the chemo look and the sunglasses.
All this is yours for $25.00 and the
fortitude to stand in line on a humid 95 degree day.
(No body parts autographed please)
The doors to the hallowed halls, where Pete
will never enter.
Unless of course he buys a ticket.
Having located the reason for my
excursion, I will now, in the tradition of American civil
disobedience express my shame.
Not satisfied with my indoor protest, I
again, in the American Tradition of Civil Disobedience "Take it into the
Streets".
This is not "irony" folks, just the
oblivious putting up an exhibit to the equally oblivious. Yes, indeed the
word "BETTING PROHIBITED" are painted on the walls of the official
"Wax Museum Building Two Blocks from the Hall of Fame 2nd Floor Pete Rose
Exhibit". LOL or What?
This is where it began to get a little
spooky. This is where you hand over your $$ for a little token that lets
you into the house of horrors, right past the bearded lady and the fireeater.
Note the autographs. Gag, gag, gag, puke, puke, puke.
I figured this was either "Domeless" or
"Rac Slider" working up a pose to deliver their next
post. Either that or James Fenimore Cooper. Man he
sure was a big dude. Funny color.
If you really want to see the inside of the HOF,
do not go HOF weekend. This was the line to get in.
Note the Small Bears logo at left.
This is the "Inn at Cooperstown" or the "Cooperstown
Inne" or the "Ye Olde Cooperstowne Inne". Whatever,
you get my drift. It is a beautifull little place
though. Worth the trip.
