That Orioles home run celebration with the hat is completely undignified, and doesn’t come close to running through the dugout with plush pizzas skewered on a stake.
I’m glad nobody drove all the way from the Upper Peninsula to Detroit to take their children to their first major league game at Comerica Park where they would have to witness this. Thank God it’s happening in Baltimore.
Yeah, smile now, smile now Baltimore Orioles because tomorrow we will beat you up as well as your friends steal your lunch money and puncture the tires on your bike!
Maybe I’ve made a mistake by depending upon a baseball team to provide for me with entertainment and a feeling of accomplishment. Perhaps I should withdraw from socially constructed entertainments and begin a new life with new horizons and possibilities entirely my own.
Never mind. Maybe it has something to do with crossing over the three-dimensional strike zone the umpire is working with instead of the two dimensional box we see on TV. Whatever.
The umpire behind the plate did not blow a single call during the Meadows at bat. It’s probably too early to hold a parade celebrating, but it was just nice not to start out being pissed off.
I had no idea Zach grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana 20 miles away from where I grew up in Auburn, Indiana. Although I haven’t had much connection to where I grew up since 1970 when I moved away It’s not like I have the warm fuzzies for the place.