I will have a much longer, much more insufferable post on the trip I took to Cooperstown sometime after the weekend but I just had to post this one picture that pretty much defined my trip. I’ve never been accused of being a sentimental guy, but when I finally found Rube Waddell’s plaque in baseball’s holy of holies, I nearly teared up. I definitely got a bit misty when I saw the patron saint of Rumors and Rants in all his bronzed glory. If you don’t know why we love the man go here, then scroll to the bottom of this entry and read away.
God bless Rube Waddell. And God bless America.