The game’s energy still radiates off the fading photographs…framed baseball memories and caramel copper colored hall of fame walls, hallways and benches. Faces, chatter…now silenced…captured forever along with the memory of Jim Crow and The Cuban Giants…snuff, chew, cleats and gloves…Lefty Gomez, Dizzy Dean and Mordecai ‘three fingers’ Brown.
Watching his pride as he snaps photo after photo of Roberto Clemente…I understand him much better now.
An afternoon well spent in the snow covered, desolate and deserted fields of Cooperstown, New York.
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