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.
Click Here to go to the Inn's web site.
This is looking East I believe, towards the Hall, about a block before the serious commercial junk stuffed into the 19th century buildings starts.