Arkins: Enough With Baseball’s Hall of Fame Drama
Reading Time: 5 minutes When I was 10-years-old, my family was vacationing in the Catskill Mountains. While there, I plead with my Dad to take me to the Baseball Hall of Fame, which was relatively nearby. He finally relented and we made the trek to sleepy Cooperstown, New York. When we got to the Hall, there were so much to see, so much to learn. I fell…
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