Sports’ Halls of Fame


Recently, baseball announced its 2018 Hall of Fame inductees: Vladimir Guerrero, Chipper Jones, Trevor Hoffman, Jim Thome, Jack Morris, Alan Trammell. However, the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum –while perhaps the most famous Hall of Fame—is not the only sports Hall of Fame within the United States. Perhaps your second favorite sport also has a Hall of its own. Here is a partial list of other such Halls.

America’s Cup Hall of Fame

American Indian Athletic HOF

Auto Racing HOF

Archery HOF


Badminton HOF

(U. S.) Ballooning HOF

Bay Area Sports HOF

(Pro) Basketball HOF

Billiard Congress of America HOF

Boxing HOF

Bull Riding HOF


California Sports HOF (and many other states, too)

College Football HOF

Cricket HOF

Cycling HOF


Fictitious Athlete HOF

Figure Skating HOF


Golf HOF


Ice Hockey HOF

International Bowling HOF

International Frisbee HOF

International Gymnastics HOF

International Scuba Diving HOF

International Swimming HOF

International Tennis HOF

International Volleyball HOF


Mascot HOF


Naismith Memorial (College) Basketball HOF


National Cowgirl HOF

National Distance Running HOF

National Fresh Water Fishing HOF

National Lacrosse HOF

National Midget Auto Racing HOF

National Soccer HOF

National Sprint HOF

National Track and Field HOF

National Wrestling HOF


(Museum of) Polo and HOF

Pro Football HOF


Roller Derby HOF

Rowing HOF


(National) Sailing HOF

Skiing HOF

Skateboarding HOF

Softball HOF


Tennis HOF

Texas Rodeo Cowboy HOF

Thoroughbred Racing HOF


United States Soccer HOF

United States Show Jumping HOF


USA Field Hockey HOF

USA Water Polo HOF


Valley Preferred Cycling Center


Women’s Basketball HOF

World Kite HOF



Did I miss one of your favorite sports HOF? (Sorry.) Let me know which one.







About rcarmean

Two things... First, why have I decided to establish this blog? I like to put essays together. I research an idea or topic looking for information, statistics, stories, quotes, pictures, etc. I enjoy the process and seeing a finished product. I’m told that as I get older, new activities can help maintain energy and keep my brain alert. In other words, I am not doing this for money or fame. Second, regarding the gentleman in the collage of pictures's not me. Those are photos of Christy Mathewson. Why him? When I was young, my primary activity was being sick. It took up much of my time. Eczema (a case so bad I was written up in a medical journal showing doctors what their patients COULD look like), asthma, and allergies. You know allergies: don’t eat this, don’t wear that, and, for Heaven’s sake, don’t touch any of these things (eg, dogs, cats, horses --I only saw horses in cowboy movies and TV shows, dust, swimming pools, my brother --OK, that’s an exaggeration, Rick was a fine brother). In my spare time between doctors' appointments, pills, and ointments, baseball kept me sane. In the 1940s and 1950s, when I grew up, pro footballI and basketball had not yet become extremely popular. Baseball truly was “the national pastime.” I listened to games on the radio (remember it? TV without the picture). I read magazines, books, and newspaper accounts of games. I collected baseball cards. I learned about the game’s history, as well as present. The same with its stars. One man stood out: Christy Mathewson. He was a great pitcher for the New York Giants in the early 20th century. But there was much more to him. At a time when professional athletes made little money (yes, there was such a time) and ball players were considered on the same level as actors, artists, and prostitutes, Mathewson stood out. One of his nicknames was: “The Christian Gentleman.” Most men is baseball drank, smoked, cursed, and fought —with other players, umpires, and fans. The fights were physical, not just verbal. Mathewson did none of these things. But he earned the respect of other players who did them all. Even Ty Cobb and John McGraw. There’s more. He was a college graduate (Bucknell University) when most men were lucky to have a high school diploma. He played other sports, including pro football which you wouldn’t recognize. He was handsome. He played in New York City, then as now, the largest city in the country. Excellence and popularity there meant fame and money. He dressed well. Today, his commercials would rival LeBron’s. And, finally, a hero’s life must have tragedy. After his playing career ended, WWI arrived. He suffered from influenza and was exposed to mustard gas. Chemical warfare. His lungs were damaged and he required treatment for the rest of his life. (Like my Grandfather who also fought in The Great War.) He died in 1925. He was 45 years old. I have his picture here because you need to know more about him than me. He was what an athlete could be. Players like him and their accomplishments got me through a sickly, painful childhood and can still sustain me in difficult times. *****
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