B.A.'s Cooperstown Pictures Page

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Cooperstown! -- Fact-a-licious!

This is how far out in the boondocks Cooperstown is located. Now showing at the local movie theater: Footloose!

Hmmm... is that all it's going for these days? And if it's admission, do you get to participate?

One of my big complaints about Ted "Splinter in his Ass" Williams is that he was a cocky bastard. But more important in discussing this picture is that he's not all that smart. What kind of pitch is being thrown? Would he hit at that average only if it was a fastball? A curve? A slurve? Forkball? Sinker? Knuckle? Is this thew work asshole that apparently knows so much about hitting, but can't recognize that there are different types of pitches? If yes, he really is dumb. If no, then he's a cocky bastard, trying to seem better than he actually was.

Here's a better picture of his strike-zone-placement-to-batting-average graphic. What a dick!

Here's the HOF sucking the splinter, giving in to his asinine theory.

Here's what I think of Ted "I can't get a big enough bat to stick up my ass" Williams.

Aaah, much better. I think the Babe would kick the Sucking Splinter's ass on principle if they were both alive today.

But why let the HOF off that easily? Here, in referring to Maris' 61 home runs, the HOF states, "The asterisk lives on the records, though other records broken subsequently do not carry it." There was no damn asterisk. It may be that fans were interested in Ruth's 154-game record (now surpassed by Barry, Sammy and Mark, but not Maris), but there was no official asterisk. There should be standards at a museum. Some good discussion here.

OK, so the HOF at least knows who the MLB's official stats keeper is. But I don't believe that they name or enumerate records. They only record what happened. So there's no damn asterisk. I think Rob Neyer had a good article about this, which I will try to find.

Now for some nice stuff. Here's the Gary Carter display. Note the reflection of my Spo's shirt.

Another angle.

The text on Carter's plaque. The picture I took with the full plaque was all blurry.

Commemoration of Andy Hawkins' no-hitter for the Yankees. Note that he lost the game on a lot of walks.

Great name: Candy Cummings. I thought he was the inventor of catcher's knee pads, but apparently it was the curve ball. Now I want to know who invented knee pads because if I remember correctly from Yogi's museum, the name was pretty funny.

Terr and Dan-O.

Terr and me.

My sister Lauren ran a baseball strat-o-team called the Kalamazoo Keepers. Apparently, there was a team called the Bats. I need to put up here "press release" about one of here pitchers.

Gehrig.

Yogi.