Go, O’s!
Rangers v Orioles, April 26, 2009
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Have you seen me? It seems as some crazy, young gentlemen loaded me onto the back of a pick up truck and drove away. Why? I think I am really worth it, but I doubt having me in their yard would be worth the hassle. Maybe they were drunk.
Dear Baltimore Orioles,The season is winding down, and your annual fade to October, started in July, is in full effect. Please, win at least 7 games this last month is all I ask. That may be hard with who's coming to town, but if you win at least one game from the series, it's possible. Possible. Hope.Seven games will get you to sixty wins. Is this the bottom? And is the turn around coming? We'll see.Yours,
Exasperated
Link of the Day [9.01.09]
Even the Yankee press knows we’ll get better. Either that or it’s just pity.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/01/sports/baseball/01orioles.html
Angels @ Orioles, Aug 17, 2009
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Went to the final game in the Angels/Orioles series. Loss.
Guy in the bottom of the ninth jumps the fence. Runs to the center field wall and back, but is tackled by the po-po. Hope the beer, drunkeness was worth it.
Cheers to you drunken fan!
Here’s something: The Nationals, the worst team in baseball, won their eighth straight game. The Orioles have won only six games after the All-Star break.
Who again is the worst team in baseball?
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The Orioles are as pathetic as the team playing against the Gorillas. They give up runs like a rhumba line. We need our own Bugs Bunny!
Zauny is the engine that is making things go for the Orioles. Everytime
he plays, WIN! As you can see, he's got the right cooking to make it
spicy. Diamond Dave, play Zauny more! He'll bring it! WIN!http://www.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/dining/bal-espn-cookoff0728,0,2003218.story
Toronto Blue Jays @ Baltimore Orioles, July 10, 2009
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I’ve been to a lot of games this year. Eight in the first half of the season. If I keep going, I would’ve gone to as many as one of the season passes. But then I wouldn’t have gotten awesome seats such as the Seattle game and the second Toronto game. And I wouldn’t have had the chance to miss that stupid ball. Stupid glove. Why!
AJ with the game winning sac-fly. Another one for the AL.
The first half of baseball season is done, and the wretched Orioles have completed it with a 40-48 record. I’m hoping for slightly better after the All Star break, at least 43 wins. Yet, that doesn’t sound so good, but if you know the Orioles, you know that they traditionally fade in the second half. Wait, fade is too nice of a word. They disappear. They get losing streaks that are absolutely crazy: 12 games, 10 games. For them to win 43 games and finish with a 83-93 record would be progress. One step, one season at a time.
But that’s something to look forward. The ultimate optimism of a fan of a terrible team.
Let’s look back. We’ve gone to 8 games (7 home, 1 away), and we’re 4-4. In fact, we caught the first two games of this past weekend. I haven’t been to back to back games since I was a kid: 1982 and the chase for the AL East title versus the Milwaukee Brewers. Friday’s was a loss. The O’s got no runs.
And it was sad, but we got fireworks!
And I got to talk to the ballgirl. She tells me they have to try out for the position. Cool. I don’t think I get to ask her about her health benefits. Those screaming line drives could hurt!
We had so much fun, we decide to go back for Saturday’s game. We make a day of it, by stopping by the Sports Legends Museum. Cool, but I just like the baseball part. Then the Babe Ruth Museum. Strange to be in Baltimore and see NY Yankees and Boston Red Sox to be feted. I couldn’t wait to get out of there quick.
Then we finally get to the park. I get the tickets in right field. Just where I really always want to sit. We watch Nick Markakis dawdle out the game. Nothing coming his way. We’re bored. Before the game, the gentleman two rows back talks to his son who was excited. His son wants to catch a foul. “Not if I don’t jump in his way,” I blurt out. The man wasn’t amused. A family sits right down behind us. During Aubrey Huffs first at bat, he taps me on the shoulder and says, “Watch out, Huff pulls lots of balls down this way.” Ooo. The fourth inning arrives and there is a ball hit our way. It’s coming, fading slightly to my left, three seats over across the aisle. A guy in a Pujols jersey is gonna get lucky. It hits him in the palm, pops out, he tries to snag it, bobbles it, and watches as his neighbor gets it. Too bad! “Sorry, man.” Buy that guy a beer.
Seventh inning. The next foul ball.
It’s hit right at me. I know. It is hit RIGHT AT ME! I stand up! Now, I’m not really good at fly balls, but this one I know: IT IS HIT RIGHT AT ME! I’m tracking it. It’s all mine! I reach to catch it. *POCK!* It’s hit my palm. I don’t got it. I look it to see where it is. It’s in some other guys hands as he picks it up off the floor. In all my years no foul ball has ever been as prettily hit towards me as that one. And I fucking drop it. My palm stings. Even more so because the ball is not in my possession. The dude in the Pujols jersey consoles me, “I know how you feel.” I’m still thinking about it.
But the MelMo comes through with a walk off homerun. What a game! This one and baseball. I can’t wait for the next half.
