Hall of Fame
Today we visited the Hall of Fame. It was much smaller than I expected and frankly not as comprehensive as the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
It contained a section dedicated to the history of football, the room with the busts, a section on the hall of famers from each team and a summary of all the superbowls. For me it was a bit like visiting the cathedral of a church who's religion I do not practice. It was interesting and educational, yet it didn't evoke a strong emotional response.
Seeing the hall with all of the busts was the highlight The room is a big circle and the busts line 75% of the walls, so they are all kind of facing each other. The classes are lined up chronologically, and it begins with names you've never heard and ends with the familiar faces we heard inducted yesterday. The lights are dim, ala the Haunted House at Disneyland, there is a spirital aura to the whole thing. And as Mr. Madden said yesterday, it's true: I expected them to start talking.
Even more odd was seeing the busts of other people I saw yesterday. Yesterday, Al Davis was in the flesh, today, Al Daviswas in bronze. Ted Hendricks, Jim Otto, I could go on. Odd. Anyway, glad we saw it.
An update on the kids: We miss them terribly, of course, but they are doing great. In the past three days they have been to the zoo, fairyland and had a playdate with Nana and Papa. They even had dinner with Grandpa. We talk to them a couple of times a day--cell phones are wonderful for things like that. Maggie still thinks we are in "Hi-Ho Cherrio" and I've stopped trying to correct her. We leave tomorrow early and can't wait to get home to them.
All in all, it's been a whirlwind of a trip, an amazing once in a lifetime experience. I'm glad to say I've been here and I will never again watch the Hall of Fame induction ceremony without wondering how the fans on the infield are faring.
It contained a section dedicated to the history of football, the room with the busts, a section on the hall of famers from each team and a summary of all the superbowls. For me it was a bit like visiting the cathedral of a church who's religion I do not practice. It was interesting and educational, yet it didn't evoke a strong emotional response.
Seeing the hall with all of the busts was the highlight The room is a big circle and the busts line 75% of the walls, so they are all kind of facing each other. The classes are lined up chronologically, and it begins with names you've never heard and ends with the familiar faces we heard inducted yesterday. The lights are dim, ala the Haunted House at Disneyland, there is a spirital aura to the whole thing. And as Mr. Madden said yesterday, it's true: I expected them to start talking.
Even more odd was seeing the busts of other people I saw yesterday. Yesterday, Al Davis was in the flesh, today, Al Daviswas in bronze. Ted Hendricks, Jim Otto, I could go on. Odd. Anyway, glad we saw it.
An update on the kids: We miss them terribly, of course, but they are doing great. In the past three days they have been to the zoo, fairyland and had a playdate with Nana and Papa. They even had dinner with Grandpa. We talk to them a couple of times a day--cell phones are wonderful for things like that. Maggie still thinks we are in "Hi-Ho Cherrio" and I've stopped trying to correct her. We leave tomorrow early and can't wait to get home to them.
All in all, it's been a whirlwind of a trip, an amazing once in a lifetime experience. I'm glad to say I've been here and I will never again watch the Hall of Fame induction ceremony without wondering how the fans on the infield are faring.
posted by One Lucky Mom @ 2:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 7:33 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Julie, you aren't even going to want to know this. MerryLou would have known immediately that you were going to Ohio. I thought you and Eric were taking the girls to Canton, China, on some sort of heritage trip. Was shocked that Madden was finally going to fly. Still miss me? By the way, you are an excellent writer. Go make some money with it. I love you, JkP
At 7:49 PM ,
One Lucky Mom said...
For the record, Mr. Madden didn't fly with us. He took the Madden Cruiser.
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