Sparky Anderson, he of managerial fame, died today. The Reds and the Tigers were his teams. My sister-in-law got to meet him once, standing in line at her local post office, and he gave an autograph for my nephew.
Teacher Man and I had always wanted to go to New York for our 25th wedding anniversary. That was the plan. Then the oldest decided to get married. (Me: "You are getting married in October?! What if the Dodgers go to the World Series?" Her: "Mom, they are not going to the World Series." Oh she of little faith - though she was right. I blame my son-in-law the -gulp- Cubs fan.)
So the big trip was put off a year. But we did finally go. It was everything we dreamed of. And when we got to Cooperstown, it was great! Cute small town. All baseball all the time. Even a sprinkling of snow in April, just for me. Our inn keeper, Ed, told us that Sparky Anderson stays at his B&B when in town. He liked to take early morning walks, then return and speak loudly so everyone else would get up too. Ed showed me where Sparky signed his wall, near the Kirby Puckett signature.
So Sparky, thanks for the memories.
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