Cooperstown...Heaven on earth!

Hey yinz, y'all, yous--whichever slang is your preference--Eddie here. Since Sarah has written every other post, I took the liberty (finally) to make my voice heard. I mean a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Know what I mean? We'll see if I can match her level of entertaining jargon. Drum roll, please...

It is amazing what your high levels of emotion can do to you. For example, I was so "amped up" the night before that I only was able to get four hours of sleep. I mean, how could you blame a brotha for being restless when he's about to see his childhood dream, that is, the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame. Ever since the days of taking short hops to the groin, receiving femur-like brush burns, charging the mound, and break dancing at home plate after hitting my first grand slam, I have always envisioned this day. It was finally here. Anticipation is the understatement of the century. All I could think about was my all-time favorite player Roberto Clemente. Below you can witness that I'm in my glory next to his "shrine", I mean "display" of course. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...



Until this year, you probably never even heard of the Pittsburgh Pirates. I mean, I couldn't blame you even if you hadn't because WE (Yeah, that's right, I used the plural) haven't been relevant since 1992. Why were we so damn cheap not to give Barry Bonds all the "Benjamin's' that his little heart desired?! But, no, we had to allow him to test the market of free agency and he became one of the all-time greatest players in the history of the game on a team other than OURS. Despite what your opinion is about him "juicing up" and his head actually, literally enlarging like a hot air balloon, you concede the fact that he was "da man" even before his days of needle pinching. Needless to say, you feel my pain and understand my frustration because MY team has not been in the playoff hunt for the last 17 years. Until this year, baby!!!

In actuality, before 1992, the Pittsburgh Pirates could have been argued as having one of the greatest franchises in the MLB; other than the Bronx Bombers, the Cards, and the Dodgers respectively. I mean, the Bucos have five World Series Championships, which is more than the Boston Red Sox. Sorry Uncle Dave! Below is their last ring won in 1979.


Without blubbering anymore, I would like to end on a positive note by giving thanks to God, Uncle Dave for taking me and all my family and friends who have never had the opportunity. If you fall in that sad category of never been then heed my words: "Go, life is too short, you won't regret it because it's simply heaven on earth!"