Just beyond the Plaque Gallery of luminaries immortalized in bronze lies the Baseball Hall of Fame's library, where I couldn't resist getting an inside look from director Jim Gates, who is in his 20th year overseeing its vast collection.
Edith Houghton liked to call herself the first female solo scout for major league baseball. She was a scout for the Philadelphia Phillies from 1946 to 1951. And Effa Manley was a pioneer in baseball at a time when women were nonexistent in sports and blacks still had few rights,
What can the Major League Baseball Hall-of-Fame do for an encore of 2014? It needs to continue to honor those who played the game the right way, and still shun those who brought dishonor to the game of baseball.
Roger Angell reminded us recently with a long memoir piece why he will be inducted into the baseball Hall of Fame this weekend. As much as his selection is deserved, there is another Roger out there who has not yet gotten the nod.
On July 26 in Cooperstown, New York, most of the focus will be on Hall of Fame inductees and a prestigious group of managers. There is another honoree, however, to whom attention must be paid: arguably our greatest living baseball writer.
We live in the United States of America, a country known for its second chances. It's time we give Pete Rose his second chance for all the memories he gave us. Twenty-five years is long enough. Bud Selig needs to do the right thing, step up to the plate and remove the ban.
All-Star Game-related debates are not particularly interesting or important, but they will likely continue to be part of the rhythm of the season, like late July trade rumors or late September wild card races.
Tommy John won more games than 39 of the 59 pitchers enshrined in Cooperstown, including such greats as Bob Feller, Sandy Koufax, Whitey Ford, Bob Gibson, Catfish Hunter, Jim Palmer, Jim Bunning and Don Drysdale.
Based in Pasadena, the Baseball Reliquary includes a research archive, a traveling museum, and the Shrine of the Eternals, the organization's alternative to baseball's official Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.
I was 10 years old as I stood in front of Mantle. I sheepishly walked up to him, did not say a word, and just handed him the ball. Now, as pitchers and catchers get ready to report to spring training, I ponder.