Reflections on a Parade…..

I am back in Florida, arriving Wednesday following two days of driving which included the wonder of the Shenandoah Valley. There is a serenity in weaving through mountain roads and for good measure I encountered a thunder storm or two, a rainbow, a double one actually and a veteran of WW II, Korea and Vietnam in a line in a Pennsylvania grocery store!

I was in Cooperstown last weekend and as always came away reinforced that there is nothing quite like Induction Weekend and baseball is the single greatest thing America has exported. It is truly a festival of baseball. Many times I have visited during the joy and celebration of this special time; but on this particular weekend I did something I’d never done….I stayed for the Saturday night parade!!

And I will not miss another one!

Never really a big fan of the parade, any parade, I always cut out before and all I have to say about that is, I was a dope!

I spent the day at a table outside of this lovely little Cooperstown establishment.


Just opened two weeks ago, this wonderful place is a welcome addition to the Cooperstown landscape.

I left my brother’s home in Duxbury Massachusetts at 4:30 AM arriving in Cooperstown at 9:10. I set up and was ready to go by 10 and the day unfolded.

As the crowd grew throughout the day I was struck by the amount of folks who were bedecked in the orange of the Houston Astros.


       “Bee Gee O…..Bee Gee O…..Bee Gee O…..Bee Gee O…..Bee Gee O…..Bee Gee O.”

And the vast majority of those orange shirts bore the number 7 under the name Biggio! These people were celebrating and they had every right to do so. Craig Biggio was the first career Astro to be enshrined in the Hall of Fame. Throughout the day someone would spontaneously chant “Bee Gee O” and they all would join in the tribute! They were warm, they were proud and they were friendly.

There is one common thread which runs through everybody present and that is their passion for the game of baseball. There is a love of the game which permeates the air with gratitude and appreciation. And for this, sometimes cynical bird, it is refreshing.

I would not appreciate just how refreshing until that little boy who still lives in me, stood on his chair to watch the parade.

For those of you who have never been to Cooperstown; Main Street runs uphill. It covers about four blocks and at the top of the hill across from the post office sits the Hall of Fame.


                                                      The center of town.


                     The Hall of Fame is on the right at the top of the hill.

The parade began about six o’clock and each Hall of Famer who participates rides in the back of a truck either alone or with his spouse and/or family. They come through the center of town in the order of their years of induction; essentially oldest to youngest. As they are making their way up the hill, the parade’s emcee is in the center giving a synopsis of his career. And as they get to the center of town, he announces their name. It’s perfect!


Leading off the parade was Whitey Ford and his wife of 64 years Joan. They made their first Cooperstown parade ride in 1974.

They then followed in a steady stream as a whos who of baseball greats echoing across the mountains and the decades of baseball’s landscape.

The Red Sox were well represented as their contingency made it’s way through downtown.


               Carlton and Linda Fisk made their fist parade ride in 2000.


                    Dennis and Jennifer Eckersley. “Eck” was inducted in 2004.


        Wade and Debbie Boggs made their first journey up Main Street in 2005.

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                     Jim and Corine Rice and family. Rice was inducted in 2009.

As the names rung out and the crowd cheered, the Astros crowd gave a deafening cheer when this guy came by.


Nolan and Ruth Ryan. Ryan was elected in 1999, name on 98.79% of the ballots; second highest percentage of votes in Hall of Fame history.

And with the passage of each enshrined all time great, the anticipation of the arrival of this year’s inductees grew.

And then something very interesting happened.

The emcee stopped talking, there was no career synopsis and at the bottom of the hill, the chant began “Bee Gee O, Bee Gee O” and then there he was in the center of town and the chant, the cheers were deafening!!!

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Craig and Patty Biggio make their first trip up Main Street in Cooperstown New York.

The joy on the face of Biggio and his wife Patty was matched only by all of the Houston fans who shared it. And I proudly proclaim it brought a tear to my eye and goose bumps to my skin; as once again I was filled with gratitude! Good Lord do I love this game

Following Biggio and riding alone came the “Big Unit”.

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The intensity he brought to his camera made me smile as I watched. No one who ever saw Randy Johnson throughout the years would describe him as a warm and fuzzy type of guy. However, watching him videoing literally every second of his ride up Main Street told me something different. He wanted to capture every face, every shout, every cheer and I imagine that there will be many a night when Randy Johnson will watch this day and remember! And he will smile!

As Johnson was making his way past me I could hear the crowd down the street a ways; “Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro”.

He was not the intimidating figure we all saw on the mound. He was not that relentless fiery competitor who refused to let up, refused to give in. He was not that undersized big leaguer who carried a chip on his shoulder to keep his edge; he was none of those.

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No he was none of those. I did however recognize immediately who he was….

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He was a 10 year old boy sitting under a mango tree in the Dominican.

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And he was celebrating……Celebrating not only for him, but for all from his native Dominican who, because of him, have hope.

I know that 10 year old boy and because of baseball I get to keep him around. He may get lost at times but I can always count on baseball to find him.

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                                  John and Kathryn Smoltz ended the parade.

And as I watched the parade fade out of sight I was wistfully taken by each of this years four inductees. I was taken by their joy; born of accomplishment and the recognition of same. The satisfaction that comes from the highest validation their profession can give and how that satisfaction showed in that joy. And yet, in the midst of that joy, that recognition, that validation their was a humility that as palpable.

Last Saturday I did something I had never done before. I stayed to watch a parade! I won’t miss another one!!! Only next year I’ll share it!

May I hope!!!!

And so it is on this day in Fenway history, July 31, 2015, reflection day.












About fenwaypark100

Hello and welcome, my name is Raymond Sinibaldi. An educator for more than two decades, a baseball fan for nearly 60 years, I have authored four books about baseball and her glorious history; with a fifth on the way in late spring of 2015; the first, The Babe in Red Stockings which was co-authored with Kerry Keene and David Hickey. It is a chronicle of Babe's days with the Red Sox. We also penned a screenplay about Babe's Red Sox days so if any of you are Hollywood inclined or would like to represent us in forwarding that effort feel free to contact me through my email. In 2012 we three amigos published Images of Fenway Park in honor of the 100th birthday of Fenway Park. That led to the creation of this blog. The following year, 2013 came my first solo venture, Spring Training in Bradenton and Sarasota. This is a pictorial history of spring training in those two Florida cities. The spring of 2014 brought forth the 1967 Red Sox, The Impossible Dream Season. The title speaks for itself and it also is a pictorial history. Many of the photos in this book were never published before. The spring of 2015 will bring 1975 Red Sox, American League Champions. Another pictorial effort, this will be about the Red Sox championship season of 1975 and the World Series that restored baseball in America. I was fortunate enough to consult with sculptor Franc Talarico on the “Jimmy Fund” statue of Ted Williams which stands outside both Fenway Park and Jet Blue Park Fenway South, in Fort Myers Florida. That story is contained in the near 300 posts which are contained herein. This blog has been dormant for awhile but 2015 will bring it back to life so jump on board, pass the word and feel free to contact me about anything you read or ideas you may have for a topic. Thanks for stopping by, poke around and enjoy. Autographed copies of all my books are available here, simply click on Raymond Sinibaldi and email me.
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3 Responses to Reflections on a Parade…..

  1. Garry Armstrong says:

    Ray, you’ve outdone yourself! A simply WONDERFUL post! It sings to life long baseball fans like me. We’ll look for your little viewing spot when when we visit Cooperstown next month (September). I’m going to re post this on Facebook. Hopefully it’ll bring smiles to some in Red Sox Nation who believe baseball begins and ends with the Fenway team. They need some schoolin’.

  2. Garry’s already said it. Great post. Really wonderful.

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