The Cooperstown caravan begins

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No media column today. Nothing over the weekend.
Instead, posting right now from JFK in NY, watching Serbia upset Germany, having just survived a redeye, waiting for a JetBlue connector to Syracuse, and from there, a rental car to …
Cooperstown.
For Father’s Day weekend.
Will take a behind-the-scenes tour on Saturday, after participating in the Father-Son catch at Doubleday Field.
Also have tickets to the Classic (Old-Timers Game) on Sunday, which will include Jay Johnstone (got a call into him to see if we can hook up somewhere).
All’s very good — watched Game 7 of the NBA Finals from a sports bar at LAX on Thursday night. Just about every TSA person had left their post to watch the big screen for the final few minutes. Which explains how we got through security so quickly upon arrival.
There was an Obama-esque feeling to the celebration in the airport — so much unity in the community, as Vic the Brick would say. Or it was like when Tiger Woods won his first Masters in 1997, and all the workers from the area came out to see him make history on the 18th green. We were surrounded by all the LAX workers it seemed, from all the restaurants, bars, security, concessions, custodians — all in one loud voice.
Pretty neat, actually. And no planes were tipped over and lit on fire.
Will report back periodically this weekend and do more indepth with photos, etc.

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