Way back in the day – and I’m talking WAAAAAAAAY back in the day – I did a little work for the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum when it was located at Ontario Place in what turned out to be an ill-fated plan to make it something big at the heart of Toronto’s tourist area at the time.
It was a lot of fun to be on the ground floor in even a tiny role because I thought it was an important endeavour. I was a point in my career where I wanted to try something different (not the greatest idea I’ve ever had, it didn’t last too long) so what the hell, right?
Anyway, the point is that I saw the induction list yesterday when Griff wrote about it and I marvelled at how far it’s come. It’s important history and it always deserved a home and a profile and it’s good that the Hall got it.
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I don’t think the charms of Almonte are quite the charms of a weekend outdoor induction event annually in St. Mary’s and maybe one sport doesn’t lend itself to the same historical reverence but it should.
I imagine there was some really hard slogging getting the baseball Hall from where it was to where it is and I imagine it’ll be doubly hard for the people who are now running the basketball shrine. But it’s worth it and I hope it all works out in the end.
Two other things:
The thing I was most proud of was going to a meeting of the Oxford Country council – I had an idea of what they were like from a spell of working in Woodstock – and selling the civic leaders on sponsoring a Hall display on the origins of the game in Canada. I have no real recollection of how much money I got out of them, it certainly wasn’t a lot but it was fun to do.
And, as I mentioned, the Hall was at Ontario Place and to this day one of the craziest scenes I’ve ever seen was looking at tens of thousands of screaming fans fighting to find a spot to see a band one afternoon. It was a zoo.
Ah, the good old days.
Today’s the day the music died.
And it’ll be heads. Always pick heads.
Quiet day for the Raptors to regroup after the tough, draining back-to-back of Tuesday-Wednesday (The 25 C sunshine weather here made it a nice day to have off) and I’m sure they welcomed the time away.
I have no idea what I’ll write for an early story without being able to speak to anyone today (it has to be filed long before the pre-game availability period) but not having to go anywhere makes the morning a bit better.
And, yeah, they do actually do a walkthrough in a hotel ballroom, even without baskets. They tape off a court, or at least key parts of a court, go through the scouting report on what the other team does and work off that. They get up their shots pre-game in the arena, they use a walkthrough to go over Orlando’s stuff.
We know that pro sports in North America is basically a 12-months-a-year thing these days, seasons go too long, the playoffs never end, games morph into free agency and drafts and, really, you might get one quiet month in a season.
The reaction I get when people ask me what I do in the off-season and I explain that there’s basically no off-season (August might be slow if there’s no Olympics or world championships) is funny; once I explain that the finals go to late June, the draft is about a week later, the free agency period starts a week or so after that and then players start coming back in September they get it but it takes some explaining.
And I don’t think that’s a good thing, either. There should be a nice long break for every pro season so everyone can catch their breath.