It has been a busy week for the part of my family that lives in Baltimore. As a group, we have been to 11 baseball games (3 of us at 1 game counts as 3), a lacrosse game, a track meet, and a High School Band event. The part of the family that lives in California is in Honduras walking through the jungle, so I doubt if he has seen much except snakes and other nasty creatures.
We just got back from the Os-Red Sox game. In spite of the results, and the fact that it was REALLY cold, we had a good time.
Normally, I try to have coherent thoughts on my postings, but today they may just be a collection of random thoughts.
Just for the fun of it, I tried an experiment. I took along a laptop to try to Blog in real time. Unfortunately, all I could see on the screen was my reflection, so that didn’t work. Maybe I’ll try it again on a rainy day.
The Club Level at Camden Yards only has footlong hotdogs, but they had no footlong hotdog buns. They were using crusty sub rolls. Yuck.
Boog’s Barbeque on the Club Level had no beef. All they sell is beef, ham, and turkey. Seems like bad planning not to have beef. Almost as bad as not having hotdog buns.
BTW – in some parts of the country they are hotdog rolls. In some parts of the country, subs are heros, or hoagies or Poor Boys or grinders. Please insert the proper term….
The Orioles have played 6 games. In 3 of them, they scored a total of 2 runs (0 runs-1 run-1 run). Does it seem like a good idea to anyone out there, when you have 6 guys competing for outfield positions, that you start 2 guys who are hitting .188 and .100? And then, in the 6th inning, with a man on first and third and no outs, you let them both bat? And to add insult to injury, they displayed the wrong stats for one of them every time he came to bat.
I don’t know what it sounded like on TV, but a miraculous thing happened. As I’m sure everyone knows, Camden Yards is really Fenway Park South whenever the Red Sox are in town. On a good day, the split is 50/50. Today, early in the game, came the expected chant of “Let’s Go Red Sox.” For a change, the O’s fans booed it down. It happened again, then again, then again. Finally, a mighty noise came from the crowd. From where I was sitting, at first it was unclear, but it became louder and louder and more distinct. Thousands of people, wearing Orioles gear and Red Sox gear, joined as one to raise their voices to the sky and from their lips to God’s ear came the sound of “YANKEES S***, YANKEES S***.” It was almost a religious experience. My newfound Red Sox friends and I formed a bond that can only come from having a common enemy.
My wife noticed a couple holding a camera, and asked if they would like her to take a picture of them together. He was wearing Orioles gear. She was wearing Red Sox gear. The camera didn’t break.
One of my new Red Sox buddies confided in me that, in spite of the fact that he was wearing a Red Sox jersey and baseball cap, he was really a Yankee fan. He just thinks it’s wrong to wear Yankee stuff to a Red Sox/Os game.
My Bowie Baysox are 3-1. I know they are “my” Bowie Baysox because the announcer tells me so before every game.
The Orioles have now started a “Joke of the Day.” Today’s joke, delivered by Bruce Chen, was “What do you call a bear with no teeth?”……”A Gummy Bear.”
In spite of the fact that I really, really wanted to, I still couldn’t yell the “O” in the National Anthem.
Oh well, even random thoughts take time, and I had a dream last night that I was a muffler. I woke up exhausted. (OK – another Bruce Chen joke.)