COOPERSTOWN: ONE TRAFFIC LIGHT, 60 HALL OF FAMERS, AND THE GREATEST WEEKEND IN BASEBALL

There are baseball games.

There are baseball events.

And then there is Hall of Fame Weekend in Cooperstown.

If you have never experienced it, imagine taking the Baseball Hall of Fame, emptying out its Plaque Gallery, putting the contents into pick up trucks and then telling them to drive very slowly down Main Street while thousands of baseball fans scream.

That, more or less, is the Parade of Legends.

And if you think I’m exaggerating, consider this: Cooperstown is a village with fewer than 2,000 year-round residents and one traffic light.

For four days every July, it becomes the baseball capital of the universe.

And apparently the one traffic light takes the weekend off.

This year’s Hall of Fame Weekend was particularly ridiculous—in the best possible way.

Carlos Beltrán, Andruw Jones and Jeff Kent were officially joining baseball immortality, while a record number of their predecessors returned to town to celebrate them.

The Hall announced that 57 previously inducted Hall of Famers were expected back in Cooperstown, with 60 Hall of Famers overall scheduled to participate when the three new inductees were included. By the time the weekend ended, the Hall reported that 60 of the 77 living Hall of Famers were on hand.

That is not an induction ceremony.

That’s a family reunion where every uncle is a Hall of Famer.

And that got me thinking:

How did Hall of Fame Weekend become what it is today?

Because it certainly didn’t start this way.

The Baseball Hall of Fame election was announced in 1936.

The Baseball Hall of Fame election was announced in 1936.

The inaugural class included five players who, even by today’s standards, would qualify as a pretty impressive starting lineup:

Ty Cobb.

Walter Johnson.

Christy Mathewson.

Babe Ruth.

Honus Wagner.

Not bad.

Actually, it was more than not bad. It was baseball royalty.

The only problem was there was nowhere to go, no plaque to unveil, and no ceremony to attend.

The Hall of Fame had selected its first class, but the National Baseball Museum in Cooperstown had not yet opened. The first four Hall of Fame classes were elected between 1936 and 1939, but there was no official induction ceremony.

That finally changed on June 12, 1939, when the National Baseball Museum was formally dedicated in Cooperstown, New York. For the first time, baseball gathered its greatest living legends in one place to celebrate the game’s history.

All 11 living Hall of Fame inductees were there.

That group alone looked like an all-time baseball roster:

Grover Cleveland Alexander.

Ty Cobb.

Eddie Collins.

Walter Johnson.

Nap Lajoie.

Connie Mack.

Babe Ruth.

George Sisler.

Tris Speaker.

Honus Wagner.

Cy Young.

Imagine walking into a room and seeing Cobb, Ruth, Wagner, Johnson, Young, Speaker and the rest of baseball’s immortals standing together. It was less an induction ceremony and more a baseball version of Mount Rushmore coming to life.

Christy Mathewson, one of the original five elected in 1936, was not there. The legendary pitcher had passed away in 1925.

Lou Gehrig was also elected as part of the Class of 1939, but his election came later that year through a special election, and his battle with ALS prevented him from ever attending an induction ceremony.

The first Hall of Fame ceremony was not just the opening of a museum. It was the moment baseball officially honored the people who built the foundation of the game.

All 11 living inductees were there.

Think about that for a moment.

Eleven.

Today, you can practically find 11 Hall of Famers in Cooperstown waiting for a table at lunch.

The 1939 ceremony was a much simpler affair. There was no massive outdoor stage, no television network broadcasting it to the country, no Parade of Legends, no Hall of Famers cruising down Main Street while fans yelled their names.

And certainly no one had to figure out where to park 60 Hall of Famers.

The annual tradition, however, was born.

And over the decades, it grew into something much larger than the ceremony itself.

The Hall’s own historical records show that the number of Hall of Famers returning to Cooperstown has increased dramatically over time, averaging around 50 in the 21st century.

The induction ceremony became the centerpiece.

But the weekend became the event.

Not all at once.

That’s one of the fascinating things about Hall of Fame Weekend.

It evolved.

As the Hall became more popular, the induction ceremony increasingly became a destination event rather than simply a formal presentation for the newest class.

The village itself became part of the experience.

Fans weren’t just coming to see the new inductees.

They were coming to see EVERYBODY.

That is the secret sauce of Cooperstown.

Where else can you walk down the street and suddenly realize the guy standing next to you is a former MVP?

Where else can you be having lunch and discover that the next table contains enough championship rings to make a jeweler nervous?

And where else can a baseball fan spend an afternoon wondering whether the guy walking toward him is a Hall of Famer or just someone’s grandfather who looks remarkably like Jim Rice?

That’s what made Hall of Fame Weekend different.

The Hall of Famers didn’t simply disappear into a ceremony and then go home.

They became part of the town.

The Parade of Legends is now one of the most entertaining traditions of the weekend.

And it is wonderfully simple.

Hall of Famers ride down the streets of Cooperstown while fans line the route to see them.

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That’s it.

No floats necessary.

No marching elephants.

No giant inflatable SpongeBob.

The floats are the Hall of Famers.

And somehow that is better.

The parade today begins near Lake Street and Chestnut Street, proceeds toward Main Street and eventually finishes at the Hall of Fame.

Seventy-five minutes of baseball royalty rolling through a village that ordinarily has more cows than Hall of Famers.

This year’s parade included the returning legends as well as the Class of 2026 and the recipients of the Hall’s major awards.

The Hall also incorporated the New York Marching Band and Cooperstown youth baseball players.

And while the exact number of Hall of Famers in the parade changes from year to year, the growth of the event is remarkable.

Back in 2014, MLB reported that 56 Hall of Famers were slated to be in Cooperstown for the weekend.

Twelve years later, the Hall was dealing with numbers so large that it could advertise a record gathering.

The 2019 weekend had previously set the mark with 58 Hall of Famers in Cooperstown.

2026 blew past it.

That’s what makes it so special.

The new inductees are obviously the stars.

But Saturday’s parade gives fans a chance to see the history of the game all at once.

Imagine putting together a baseball team consisting entirely of Hall of Famers.

Now imagine putting together a second team.

And a third.

And then having all of them drive past you in about an hour.

That’s Cooperstown.

And there are always little moments that make the weekend.

Hall of Famers signing autographs.

Former teammates bumping into each other.

Players who haven’t seen one another in years suddenly standing together.

Fans spotting legends in restaurants, stores, on the golf course or simply walking around town.

There is an intimacy to Cooperstown that you don’t get at a major stadium.

These men aren’t 500 feet away in a luxury suite.

They’re right there.

You can see them.

And occasionally, apparently, they can see you.

And, inevitably, somebody discovers that his favorite Hall of Famer is standing three feet away while he is desperately trying to remember where he put his phone.

This is baseball at its most personal.

But there’s another side to this weekend that doesn’t get nearly enough attention.

Money.

Because Hall of Fame Weekend isn’t merely a baseball celebration.

It is a major economic event for the region.

And Cooperstown needs it.

The village has fewer than 2,000 year-round residents.

There aren’t exactly 45,000 hotel rooms sitting around waiting for July.

During Hall of Fame Weekend, the village fills up quickly, parking becomes an Olympic sport and surrounding communities become overflow hotels.

The Hall has to operate special trolley lots and shuttle services just to keep traffic moving.

That tells you everything you need to know.

And the economic impact goes well beyond the Hall itself.

According to tourism data for Otsego County, visitors spent approximately $421.2 million with local businesses in 2024.

That included:

$158.3 million on lodging

$127.8 million on food and beverages

$56.4 million on retail goods and services

$20.1 million on recreation and entertainment

and another $5.1 million on local transportation.

Tourism also generated an estimated $21.6 million in county tax revenue and supported approximately $144 million in local employment income.

Hall of Fame Weekend isn’t responsible for all of that, obviously.

But it is one of the most visible and concentrated tourism events on the Cooperstown calendar.

For hotels, restaurants, bars, memorabilia stores, gas stations, retailers and everyone else who makes a living from visitors, those baseball fans aren’t just carrying cameras.

They’re carrying wallets.

And Cooperstown is happy to see both.

Here’s what I love most about the entire thing.

If someone sat down with a committee in 1939 and said:

“Let’s build the greatest baseball museum in America in a tiny village in upstate New York.”

Someone would have asked:

“How are people going to get there?”

Then:

“Where are they going to stay?”

Then:

“How are we going to handle thousands of cars?”

And finally:

“Why exactly are we doing this in a place with one traffic light?”

Yet here we are.

And somehow the fact that Cooperstown is tiny is part of what makes the weekend so magical.

If the Hall were in Manhattan, Chicago or Los Angeles, it wouldn’t feel the same.

You wouldn’t walk out of the museum and immediately be surrounded by baseball history.

You wouldn’t have Hall of Famers casually wandering around town.

And you certainly wouldn’t have the feeling that for one weekend every person in the village is part of the same giant baseball story.

That’s ultimately what has happened over the past 87 years.

The Hall of Fame started with an election.

Then came an induction.

Then an annual ceremony.

Then the ceremony became a weekend.

Then the weekend became an event.

And now?

It is essentially baseball’s annual homecoming.

The Class of 2026 is now part of that history.

Beltrán, Jones and Kent will return to Cooperstown in future years and suddenly realize something strange has happened.

They are no longer the new guys.

They are the old guys.

And there will be some future class standing on the stage wondering how the heck Jeff Kent got to be one of the veterans.

That’s how Cooperstown works.

Every July, baseball turns the clock backward.

The game’s legends come home.

The newest members get their plaques.

Old teammates find each other.

Fans tell stories.

Kids get to see their heroes.

And for one glorious weekend, baseball history isn’t trapped behind glass in a museum.

It’s driving down Main Street.

Which is why, despite the traffic, the heat, the crowds, the parking nightmares and the possibility that a hotel room might cost approximately the gross national product of Belgium…

Hall of Fame Weekend remains one of the greatest experiences in baseball.

Because Cooperstown isn’t just where baseball remembers its past.

For one weekend every summer, Cooperstown lets baseball’s past come out and play.

And that is worth dealing with a little traffic.

Even if there is only one traffic light.