#oriole magic

“A rumor surfaced last night that Camden Yards would stop serving Natty Boh this season. It's false, according to a team official.”

wire to wire

wipe the blood from your mouf, grin that grin & swing away.

this was not jeter or swisher grinding out 9th-inning hits to thunderous chants of Lets go yankees before arod, cano or teixeira ends the game with a confident turn of the wrists. this was something else. not the capricious work of baseball gods but the continued provenance of man. every partisan on the planet awoke this morning doubled over with thoughts of what he did or did not do in this life to exact these yankee moments of cruel karma. i do not believe in gods: my list is longer than most.

schadenfreude is the product of an insecure mind and me mind is secure. before game 1 of the division series Joe Yankee Fan presumably had to manage twin anxieties: the recognition that his team aint what it was and the suggestion that maybe, just maybe, this scrappy oriole team is one of destiny. in game 1 the yankees smacked the orioles where they breathed and Joe Yankee Fan went to bed easy under a familiar blanket of condescension. in game 2 the orioles played sloppy but won. in the run up to game 3 tomorrow night Joe Yankee Fan presumably must again manage twin anxieties: the recognition that his team aint what it was and the creeping sense that maybe, just maybe, this scrappy oriole team is simply better. ive said all along that whatever the orioles do after win 82 is gravy: theyre built for next year and beyond, but if they can inspire introspection from the most obnoxious among me along the way? wu tang.

when i commute on bike from brooklyn to manhattan in my orioles hat and i hear a homeless man yell Go Orios i am reminded of when i was an ambassador for turkey at the model un.

ENJOY!