Baseball’s Hall of Fame

“Tucked away in the northeast corner of the US, there is a small town where tomorrow never comes. A quiet place with a majestic hall. A brick and mortar temple to the American game. Here, the warm glow of bygone days are collected and safeguarded for all time — artifacts of greatness, legendary tools of a beloved trade. But whenever the present turns its eyes to the past, the most coveted treasures are the heroes… Seaver is getting tougher and tougher as the game moves along… The magnificent Yankee Number 7 Mickey Mantle! …The greatest hitter that ever lived! “I will be swinging and it might mean the ol’ ball game!” Icons of a prized lifetime whose lives on and off the field, have the power to change us forever… Now here’s Robinson coming into picture. You see the first colored fella that ever came in. “Thank you very much Mr. Rickey. I am certainly delighted with my contract.” Strength with class. Determination wrapped in hope. Within these walls, you will find the pride of a nation… Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth… Our desire to overcome is personified here, and every now and then, hammered home… He’s sitting on 714. It’s gone! There’s a new homerun champion of all-time! …Mazeroski hits it over the left field fence for a homerun! And the Pirates win it 10 to 9 and win the World Series! Our story lives within these walls, triumphs of will and spirit alongside losses we’ll never forget. But even the past is an ever-changing place. And once a year, cherished heroes welcome new ones to these hallowed halls. As we select these boys of summer to become men for all time.”

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