It's time to clean house in Cooperstown
There are two sentences guaranteed to draw a crowd in a bar.
1. "Drinks are on me."
2. "Do you think [FILL IN THE NAME] belongs in the Hall of Fame?"
And by the Hall of Fame, of course, I mean baseball's Hall of Fame, the only one that people care enough to argue over (does any football fan debate whether a player should be in Canton because he played in an era rife with steroids?). As Cooperstown welcomes more members into its already-crowded museum ...
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