Monday, June 21, 2010
The Not-So-Great Johan Santana
In 1987, Nolan Ryan led the National League in ERA, strikeouts and strikeout-to-walk ratio, and had a WHIP (Walks + Hits, / Innings Pitched) of 1.139, which is really good, even if you pitch your home games in the Astrodome. And he was 40.
Yet he went 8-16, because the Houston Astros averaged just 4 runs a game. Collectively, they had an OPS+ (On-Base Percentage + Slugging Percentage, in relation to the rest of the league) of 86, meaning they were 14 percent behind the rest of the league's average (which, by definition, is always 100), and 86 also turned out to be the number of games the Rainbow Warriors lost. Ryan was 8-16, yet he was still arguably the best pitcher in baseball. I actually saw him pitch that year, going the distance and pitching well enough to win, but getting stuck with a 2-1 loss to the Phillies at the Vet.
In 1968, Bob Gibson had a record-low (for the post-1920 Lively Ball Era) ERA of 1.12, and won 22 games for the Cardinals, and still lost 9, including 6 1-0 games.
Walter Johnson won more games than any pitcher in AL history, but the Senators were so inept that he also lost more: He went 417-279.
Ted Lyons, who pitched for some pitiful White Sox teams in the 1920s and '30s, never coming close to a Pennant race, still won 260 games, losing 230. Joe McCarthy, manager of the Yankees for much of Lyons' career, said that if he'd pitched for the Yankees, he would have won 400. I believe it.
Lack of run support happens to the best of pitchers. Long ago, not that long ago, and now. And it will happen long after every fan who attends a game this season, even the infants, has grown old and died.
Johan Santana is a very good pitcher. Whether he will join Ryan, Gibson, Johnson and Lyons in the Hall of Fame remains to be seen, but he is a very good pitcher. He made one mistake yesterday, and Mark Teixeira roped it over the left-field fence for a grand slam, in a 4-0 Yankee win over the Other Team.
Santana -- or "The Great Johan Santana," as I tend to call him to tease the Flushing Heathen, who thought the would be The Answer -- is still one of the top 10 pitchers in baseball. But in this just-completed series, he did not pitch as well as CC Sabathia (who outdueled him yesterday), or Phil Hughes (Saturday's winning pitcher, famously NOT traded for Santana), or Hisanori Takahashi (the winning pitcher for the Mets on Friday night), or (arguably) Javier Vazquez or Mike Pelfrey, both of whom pitched very well in defeat (on Friday night and Saturday afternoon, respectively).
The Mets do need to hit better for Santana. But Met fans also need to consider that they are not getting what their team paid for: A difference-maker. Sabathia turned out to be a difference-maker. Today, on WFAN, Mike Francesa said that Santana was the best 2nd-half pitcher in baseball. No, he's not. Has Sports Pope (as Bob Raissman of the New York Daily News calls Francesca) seen CC in the 2nd half the last few years? A monster. A big fat monster on the mound. (As long as it's not endangering his health, I don't care about his weight, same as with David Wells when he pitched for us.)
It's time to face the facts: Johan Santana has not been what the Mets thought they were getting. The difference between one of baseball's Top 10 pitchers, and one of its Top 3, is bigger than you might think. And getting him more runs might not make all of that difference.
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Why the President Shouldn't Be Playing Golf
Let me get this straight: The defenders of uncaring big business and "Drill baby drill," who gave us a "president" who spent enough days to add up to almost 2 full years either at Camp David, Kennebunkport, Crawford or otherwise on vacation, and who are holding up an unemployment benefits bill, are criticizing the rightfully-elected (by a majority) President of this nation?
What next, are the Mets going to criticize Tiger Woods for not winning anything lately?
I agree that President Obama shouldn't be playing golf. Not because it's taking time away from fixing the many problems the Republicans caused when they had the power, but because golf is a stupid game.
And who's challenging Obama on this? Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele, who would not now have that job if the President of the United States were not a black man. Certainly, he's not qualified, as the highest office he's held is Lieutenant Governor of Maryland.
He did run for the U.S. Senate, and got hammered. Which is understandable, as Barbara Mikulski is one of the best Senators the nation has, a liberal in a liberal State, and an intelligent person, while Steele is a conservative and not exactly the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I'm not sure he can even SPELL "chandelier." Maybe he could, if you put a dollar sign in front of it.
The President is saying, "The Republicans drove the car into the ditch, and now they're asking for the keys back." It's taken Obama this long to tow the car out and make it roadworthy again, and the Republicans are complaining that he's driving it too slow. Next, they'll be complaining that he's running the car on alternative fuels!
They want the keys back? Hey, it could be worse: They could be asking us to vote for Alan Keyes. There's another guy who couldn't get elected to the Senate as a Republican from Maryland. So he "moved to Illinois" to take the place of a candidate who had to drop off the ballot due to a sex scandal.
Refresh my memory: Which party is the party of sex scandals and immorality? And this guy, his wife was Jeri Ryan. The Borg character Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager. Was she not hot enough for him? So Keyes, who'd never lived in Illinois before, ran for the seat, and he was probably the only man in the country who thought he had a chance. And he got clobbered. That was in 2004. The Democrat who beat him was Barack Obama.
Frankly, I'm surprised the Republicans aren't complaining that Obama's golf swing is... LEFT-handed.
Then again, they dropped that particular ball once before. In 1993, in his first year as President, Bill Clinton, noted liberal and non-inhaling marijuana smoker, threw out the first pitch on Opening Day in Baltimore. I must have been the only person in America who noticed the pitch was high... and to the left. At least he knocked the recession he inherited out of the park.
If the Republicans were a sports team, they'd be the 2007 Mets. Or the 2007-08 Patriots. Or the 2010 Bruins.
They wouldn't be the 2004 Yankees. That would be the 2000 Democrats, victims of cheating.
*
Portugal 7, North Korea 0. If only one of the Portuguese scorers hadn't been Cristiano Ronaldo. A.k.a. "Fake Ronaldo" (as opposed to Ronaldo, the once-great fat, bald Brazilian superstar), "Crissy" and "Purseboy."
Rumor has it that he's now dating Kim Kardashian. If true, I don't blame him. But I think he's only after one thing.
Not her body, amazing as that is.
Not her money, he's got plenty of that.
What's Crissy after with Kim? Her hair care products.
Who knows, he may also be interested in the DASH stores that her sisters Khloe and Kourteney are running.
Clothing stores. Women's clothing stores.
Like we say here in the New York Tri-State Area: I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.
And if Ronaldo doesn't want anyone to be just sayin', then he should concentrate more on his game, less on his hair, and stop diving. Don't we get enough of that in North America with Sidney Crosby?
England are in disarray. France are worse off. Italy aren't setting the world on fire, either. Spain need a win this afternoon. We could, conceivably, have a World Cup knockout stage with none of them.
But it's good that underdogs have had their days. Maybe there will be more.
*
Again, I'm adjusting the A-Rod portions of the countdowns due to his recent injury, which seems to be clearing up.
Hours until the U.S.' last Group Stage game at the World Cup, against Algeria: 46. If we win, we advance to the knockout stage, the Round of 16. If we only get a draw, then it comes down to the England-Slovenia game, being played at the same time (so as not to influence the result of either game). If we draw and Slovenia win, those are the countries that advance. If we draw and England win, England and Slovenia are in and we're out. If we and England both draw, then tiebreakers fall into place, and I don't know. But if we do advance...
Days until the U.S. team's knockout round game: 6, a little under a week. Probably still going to be against Germany.
Days until the World Cup Final: 20. 3 weeks.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 600th career home run: 35 (estimated).
Days until the next Yankees-Red Sox series: 46, starting Friday night, August 6, at Yankee Stadium II.
Days until the new English Premier League season starts: 54. Under 7 weeks.
Days until the first football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium (still unnamed): 56. 8 weeks.
Days until Rutgers plays football again: 75. Under 11 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Giants game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 83. 12 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Jets game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 84.
Days until East Brunswick High School plays football again: 94, at Monroe. The schedule has been released, and this is the way the NFL does it: Two big contenders open the season, in this case the defending Central Jersey Group IV Champions (EB) against the defending Central Jersey Group III Champions (Monroe). EB was the only team to defeat Monroe last season, in one of the best regular-season games you'll ever see. But Monroe will be, uh, loaded for Bear, and it'll be at their place, and we lost a LOT of players to graduation. This may not be "real revenge," but it'll sure feel good for Monroe.
Days until the Devils play another local rival: 110 (estimated, 2010-11 schedule still not released).
Days until Rutgers and Army play the first college football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 117. Under 4 months.
Days until the next East Brunswick-Old Bridge Thanksgiving clash: 157.
Days until Derek Jeter collects his 3,000th career hit: 332 (estimated). About 11 months.
Days until the Rutgers-Army football game at Yankee Stadium: 509.
Days until the last Nets game in New Jersey: 664 (estimated).
Days until the 2012 Olympics begin in London: 752.
Days until Alex Rodriguez collects his 3,000th career hit: 850 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 700th career home run: 1,113 (estimated).
Days until Super Bowl XLVIII at the Meadowlands: 1,322.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 756th career home run to surpass all-time leader Hank Aaron: 1,776 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 763rd career home run to become as close to a "real" all-time leader as we are likely to have: 1,800 (estimated).
What next, are the Mets going to criticize Tiger Woods for not winning anything lately?
I agree that President Obama shouldn't be playing golf. Not because it's taking time away from fixing the many problems the Republicans caused when they had the power, but because golf is a stupid game.
And who's challenging Obama on this? Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele, who would not now have that job if the President of the United States were not a black man. Certainly, he's not qualified, as the highest office he's held is Lieutenant Governor of Maryland.
He did run for the U.S. Senate, and got hammered. Which is understandable, as Barbara Mikulski is one of the best Senators the nation has, a liberal in a liberal State, and an intelligent person, while Steele is a conservative and not exactly the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I'm not sure he can even SPELL "chandelier." Maybe he could, if you put a dollar sign in front of it.
The President is saying, "The Republicans drove the car into the ditch, and now they're asking for the keys back." It's taken Obama this long to tow the car out and make it roadworthy again, and the Republicans are complaining that he's driving it too slow. Next, they'll be complaining that he's running the car on alternative fuels!
They want the keys back? Hey, it could be worse: They could be asking us to vote for Alan Keyes. There's another guy who couldn't get elected to the Senate as a Republican from Maryland. So he "moved to Illinois" to take the place of a candidate who had to drop off the ballot due to a sex scandal.
Refresh my memory: Which party is the party of sex scandals and immorality? And this guy, his wife was Jeri Ryan. The Borg character Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager. Was she not hot enough for him? So Keyes, who'd never lived in Illinois before, ran for the seat, and he was probably the only man in the country who thought he had a chance. And he got clobbered. That was in 2004. The Democrat who beat him was Barack Obama.
Frankly, I'm surprised the Republicans aren't complaining that Obama's golf swing is... LEFT-handed.
Then again, they dropped that particular ball once before. In 1993, in his first year as President, Bill Clinton, noted liberal and non-inhaling marijuana smoker, threw out the first pitch on Opening Day in Baltimore. I must have been the only person in America who noticed the pitch was high... and to the left. At least he knocked the recession he inherited out of the park.
If the Republicans were a sports team, they'd be the 2007 Mets. Or the 2007-08 Patriots. Or the 2010 Bruins.
They wouldn't be the 2004 Yankees. That would be the 2000 Democrats, victims of cheating.
*
Portugal 7, North Korea 0. If only one of the Portuguese scorers hadn't been Cristiano Ronaldo. A.k.a. "Fake Ronaldo" (as opposed to Ronaldo, the once-great fat, bald Brazilian superstar), "Crissy" and "Purseboy."
Rumor has it that he's now dating Kim Kardashian. If true, I don't blame him. But I think he's only after one thing.
Not her body, amazing as that is.
Not her money, he's got plenty of that.
What's Crissy after with Kim? Her hair care products.
Who knows, he may also be interested in the DASH stores that her sisters Khloe and Kourteney are running.
Clothing stores. Women's clothing stores.
Like we say here in the New York Tri-State Area: I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.
And if Ronaldo doesn't want anyone to be just sayin', then he should concentrate more on his game, less on his hair, and stop diving. Don't we get enough of that in North America with Sidney Crosby?
England are in disarray. France are worse off. Italy aren't setting the world on fire, either. Spain need a win this afternoon. We could, conceivably, have a World Cup knockout stage with none of them.
But it's good that underdogs have had their days. Maybe there will be more.
*
Again, I'm adjusting the A-Rod portions of the countdowns due to his recent injury, which seems to be clearing up.
Hours until the U.S.' last Group Stage game at the World Cup, against Algeria: 46. If we win, we advance to the knockout stage, the Round of 16. If we only get a draw, then it comes down to the England-Slovenia game, being played at the same time (so as not to influence the result of either game). If we draw and Slovenia win, those are the countries that advance. If we draw and England win, England and Slovenia are in and we're out. If we and England both draw, then tiebreakers fall into place, and I don't know. But if we do advance...
Days until the U.S. team's knockout round game: 6, a little under a week. Probably still going to be against Germany.
Days until the World Cup Final: 20. 3 weeks.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 600th career home run: 35 (estimated).
Days until the next Yankees-Red Sox series: 46, starting Friday night, August 6, at Yankee Stadium II.
Days until the new English Premier League season starts: 54. Under 7 weeks.
Days until the first football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium (still unnamed): 56. 8 weeks.
Days until Rutgers plays football again: 75. Under 11 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Giants game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 83. 12 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Jets game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 84.
Days until East Brunswick High School plays football again: 94, at Monroe. The schedule has been released, and this is the way the NFL does it: Two big contenders open the season, in this case the defending Central Jersey Group IV Champions (EB) against the defending Central Jersey Group III Champions (Monroe). EB was the only team to defeat Monroe last season, in one of the best regular-season games you'll ever see. But Monroe will be, uh, loaded for Bear, and it'll be at their place, and we lost a LOT of players to graduation. This may not be "real revenge," but it'll sure feel good for Monroe.
Days until the Devils play another local rival: 110 (estimated, 2010-11 schedule still not released).
Days until Rutgers and Army play the first college football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 117. Under 4 months.
Days until the next East Brunswick-Old Bridge Thanksgiving clash: 157.
Days until Derek Jeter collects his 3,000th career hit: 332 (estimated). About 11 months.
Days until the Rutgers-Army football game at Yankee Stadium: 509.
Days until the last Nets game in New Jersey: 664 (estimated).
Days until the 2012 Olympics begin in London: 752.
Days until Alex Rodriguez collects his 3,000th career hit: 850 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 700th career home run: 1,113 (estimated).
Days until Super Bowl XLVIII at the Meadowlands: 1,322.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 756th career home run to surpass all-time leader Hank Aaron: 1,776 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 763rd career home run to become as close to a "real" all-time leader as we are likely to have: 1,800 (estimated).
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Yankees Beat the Heat and the Mets; Manute Bol, 1962-2010
It was 86 degrees at gametime today. Who likes that? Beer vendors and concessionaires.
Let's see if my hopes for the Yankees' weekend series with the Other Team came true:
Honorable Mention: No new injuries. Yes. This was actually the most important thing, more important than even reminding the Mets to know their place. Second place, at least in New York.
5. The Yankees sweep. I will settle for 2 out of 3. If the top 4 happen, Number 5 will probably happen as well. Okay, I got 2 out of 3. That's fine.
4. The Yankees pound The Great Johan Santana. This didn't happen, except on one swing of the bat, but I will take it. Speaking of that one swing of the bat...
3. Mark Teixeira break out, and launch a couple of homers off the Met staff. A homer yesterday, and a grand slam in the 3rd today, for the game's only runs. Yeahhhh...
2. The Yankee starters throw mainly first-pitch strikes. Javier Vazquez pitched well on Friday night, and was only losing 1-0 in a game the bastards went on to win 4-0. Phil Hughes was terrific in yesterday's 5-3 win. And CC Sabathia pitched 8 innings of 4-hit shutout ball before a brief rain delay forced Joe Girardi to bring Mariano Rivera in to finish it off, 4-0.
1. Koman Coulibaly, the referee in today's U.S.-Slovenia World Cup match, nowhere near Yankee Stadium! As far as I know, he's still in South Africa, getting called on the carpet for his idiotic call denying Maurice Edu's legitimate goal and the U.S. the win on Thursday. There were no umpiring blunders this weekend.
So... The Mets beat the Yankees 2 out of 3 at Citi Field, which is what you, if you're a good team, are supposed to do at home against a much-injured team. And the Yankees beat the Mets 2 out of 3 at Yankee Stadium II, which is what you, if you're the Yankees, are supposed to do at home against, well, everybody. Unless you can get the sweep.
And the Yankees get out of the heat and head for... Phoenix, for a 3-game series against the Arizona Diamondbacks. At that airplane hangar they've got has a retractable roof, so they can stay relatively cool. But, with all the new ballparks that have been built, Bank One Ballpark -- excuse me, Chase Field -- may just go down as the worst of the lot.
As for the Mets, they didn't play poorly, and if not for one bad pitch, might have won today's game. Once again, Johan Santana makes no difference, but Phil Hughes, who the Yankees refused to trade for Santana, did.
Hee hee hee hee...
67 hours to go until the games -- U.S. vs. Algeria and England vs. Slovenia -- that decide whether the U.S. advance to the knockout stage of the World Cup or not. Come on you Red, White & Bluuuuuuuues!
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Manute Bol died yesterday. The 7-foot-6 3/4 center was the tallest player in NBA history until 7-foot-7 Georghe Muresan came along. The native of the African nation of Sudan first played basketball in North America at the University of Bridgeport in Connecticut. He briefly played with the Rhode Island Gulls of the United States Basketball League, where he towered over a 5-foot-3 teammate, Spud Webb.
Both Manute and Spud would go on to star in the NBA. Manute played for the Washington Bullets, the Golden State Warriors, the Philadelphia 76ers and the Miami Heat, over a 10-year stretch from 1985 to 1995. With the Bullets (now the Washington Wizards), he was a teammate of the shortest player in NBA history, 5-foot-3 Tyrone "Muggsy" Bogues.
Because of his thin frame, he didn't have much strength. But because of his long arms, he became a supreme shot-blocker. He was a one-dimensional player, but he played that dimension so well. In the 1985-86 season, he blocked 397 shots, which remains the 2nd-most in league history, behind the insane 456 that Mark Eaton got for the Utah Jazz the season before.
Twice, he was named to the NBA's All-Defensive Team. In the late 1980s, with the Warriors, he would allegedly acknowledge his mistakes by saying, "My bad." Some people think this is where that expression came from.
He continued to play in other countries until 1998, when rheumatism forced him to retire at age 35. Both during and after his playing career, he engaged in humanitarian missions in his civil war-ravaged homeland, and aided other African nations as well. He ran a basketball school in Cairo, Egypt, where he taught a fellow Sudanese, Luol Deng, who became and remains an NBA star.
In 2004, while living in Hartford, Connecticut, he was badly hurt in a car crash. Because he had given away so much money to his causes, he had nothing to pay his medical expenses. He never really recovered, and died of kidney failure. He was only 47.
Charles Barkley, a teammate on the 76ers, said, "If everyone in the world was a Manute Bol, it's a world I'd want to live in."
UPDATE: South Sudan separated from Sudan in 2011. This included both of the towns that have been suggested as Bol's birthplace, Turalei and Gorgrial. He was buried at Turalei Village Cemetery.
Let's see if my hopes for the Yankees' weekend series with the Other Team came true:
Honorable Mention: No new injuries. Yes. This was actually the most important thing, more important than even reminding the Mets to know their place. Second place, at least in New York.
5. The Yankees sweep. I will settle for 2 out of 3. If the top 4 happen, Number 5 will probably happen as well. Okay, I got 2 out of 3. That's fine.
4. The Yankees pound The Great Johan Santana. This didn't happen, except on one swing of the bat, but I will take it. Speaking of that one swing of the bat...
3. Mark Teixeira break out, and launch a couple of homers off the Met staff. A homer yesterday, and a grand slam in the 3rd today, for the game's only runs. Yeahhhh...
2. The Yankee starters throw mainly first-pitch strikes. Javier Vazquez pitched well on Friday night, and was only losing 1-0 in a game the bastards went on to win 4-0. Phil Hughes was terrific in yesterday's 5-3 win. And CC Sabathia pitched 8 innings of 4-hit shutout ball before a brief rain delay forced Joe Girardi to bring Mariano Rivera in to finish it off, 4-0.
1. Koman Coulibaly, the referee in today's U.S.-Slovenia World Cup match, nowhere near Yankee Stadium! As far as I know, he's still in South Africa, getting called on the carpet for his idiotic call denying Maurice Edu's legitimate goal and the U.S. the win on Thursday. There were no umpiring blunders this weekend.
So... The Mets beat the Yankees 2 out of 3 at Citi Field, which is what you, if you're a good team, are supposed to do at home against a much-injured team. And the Yankees beat the Mets 2 out of 3 at Yankee Stadium II, which is what you, if you're the Yankees, are supposed to do at home against, well, everybody. Unless you can get the sweep.
And the Yankees get out of the heat and head for... Phoenix, for a 3-game series against the Arizona Diamondbacks. At that airplane hangar they've got has a retractable roof, so they can stay relatively cool. But, with all the new ballparks that have been built, Bank One Ballpark -- excuse me, Chase Field -- may just go down as the worst of the lot.
As for the Mets, they didn't play poorly, and if not for one bad pitch, might have won today's game. Once again, Johan Santana makes no difference, but Phil Hughes, who the Yankees refused to trade for Santana, did.
Hee hee hee hee...
67 hours to go until the games -- U.S. vs. Algeria and England vs. Slovenia -- that decide whether the U.S. advance to the knockout stage of the World Cup or not. Come on you Red, White & Bluuuuuuuues!
*
Manute Bol died yesterday. The 7-foot-6 3/4 center was the tallest player in NBA history until 7-foot-7 Georghe Muresan came along. The native of the African nation of Sudan first played basketball in North America at the University of Bridgeport in Connecticut. He briefly played with the Rhode Island Gulls of the United States Basketball League, where he towered over a 5-foot-3 teammate, Spud Webb.
Both Manute and Spud would go on to star in the NBA. Manute played for the Washington Bullets, the Golden State Warriors, the Philadelphia 76ers and the Miami Heat, over a 10-year stretch from 1985 to 1995. With the Bullets (now the Washington Wizards), he was a teammate of the shortest player in NBA history, 5-foot-3 Tyrone "Muggsy" Bogues.
Manute and Muggsy
Because of his thin frame, he didn't have much strength. But because of his long arms, he became a supreme shot-blocker. He was a one-dimensional player, but he played that dimension so well. In the 1985-86 season, he blocked 397 shots, which remains the 2nd-most in league history, behind the insane 456 that Mark Eaton got for the Utah Jazz the season before.
Twice, he was named to the NBA's All-Defensive Team. In the late 1980s, with the Warriors, he would allegedly acknowledge his mistakes by saying, "My bad." Some people think this is where that expression came from.
He continued to play in other countries until 1998, when rheumatism forced him to retire at age 35. Both during and after his playing career, he engaged in humanitarian missions in his civil war-ravaged homeland, and aided other African nations as well. He ran a basketball school in Cairo, Egypt, where he taught a fellow Sudanese, Luol Deng, who became and remains an NBA star.
In 2004, while living in Hartford, Connecticut, he was badly hurt in a car crash. Because he had given away so much money to his causes, he had nothing to pay his medical expenses. He never really recovered, and died of kidney failure. He was only 47.
Charles Barkley, a teammate on the 76ers, said, "If everyone in the world was a Manute Bol, it's a world I'd want to live in."
UPDATE: South Sudan separated from Sudan in 2011. This included both of the towns that have been suggested as Bol's birthplace, Turalei and Gorgrial. He was buried at Turalei Village Cemetery.
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Friday, June 18, 2010
Top 5 Things I Want to See In This Yanks-Mets Series
Honorable Mention: No new injuries.
5. The Yankees sweep. I will settle for 2 out of 3. If the top 4 happen, Number 5 will probably happen as well.
4. The Yankees pound The Great Johan Santana, like they did last season on a Sunday afternoon, 15-0. I was in Ocean City, New Jersey that day, 144 miles away, but damn, that Walkman made me feel even better than the Mack & Manco's Pizza.
3. Mark Teixeira break out, and launch a couple of homers off the Met staff. I'll settle for a couple of RBI doubles. At this point, I think he would, too.
2. The Yankee starters throw mainly first-pitch strikes. I don't think that will be a big problem.
And the Number 1 thing I want to see in this series:
1. Koman Coulibaly, the referee in today's U.S.-Slovenia World Cup match, nowhere near Yankee Stadium! It's probably a safe bet, but I don't want him screwing up any more calls for teams I like than he already has!
5. The Yankees sweep. I will settle for 2 out of 3. If the top 4 happen, Number 5 will probably happen as well.
4. The Yankees pound The Great Johan Santana, like they did last season on a Sunday afternoon, 15-0. I was in Ocean City, New Jersey that day, 144 miles away, but damn, that Walkman made me feel even better than the Mack & Manco's Pizza.
3. Mark Teixeira break out, and launch a couple of homers off the Met staff. I'll settle for a couple of RBI doubles. At this point, I think he would, too.
2. The Yankee starters throw mainly first-pitch strikes. I don't think that will be a big problem.
And the Number 1 thing I want to see in this series:
1. Koman Coulibaly, the referee in today's U.S.-Slovenia World Cup match, nowhere near Yankee Stadium! It's probably a safe bet, but I don't want him screwing up any more calls for teams I like than he already has!
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Nothing Makes Sense at the World Cup
Nothing makes sense at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. Including the fact that tonight begins another Yankees-Mets series -- remember, it's not a World Series, so it's not a Subway Series -- and the Devils finally hired a new coach, and I'm talking about soccer.
Here are the things that don't make sense, in alphabetical order by country (thus allowing me to list America first, in the A's, not in the U's for "U.S." or "U.S.A."):
* My fellow Americans, we have finally arrived as a proper "football nation." We have been screwed by a referee at a World Cup. We should have beaten Slovenia.
Not that they were a bad team, but they were beatable. But we played the first half like garbage. Sorry, forgot to "speak English" there: We were rubbish, we were fucking rubbish. That first goal, it might not have been savable, but Tim Howard should have at least moved. Then we fail to get off a good shot with several chances, and the opponent comes rushing back and scores a goal when clearly offside. Throw in the hacking at our legs, and "It's just like watching Arsenal."
But Bob Bradley must've made some kind of halftime speech, because, "Two-nil, and you fucked it up!" Landon Donovan got off his ass and scored the 1st, and the coach's son Michael Bradley hit a corker in the 81st. But Maurice Edu's game-winner in the 85th was waved off for no reason other than that the referee was a bald cunt. We won fair and square, and we was robbed.
* Cameroon. Does manager Paul Le Guen realize that he has Alex Song in his side? He left Song on the bench. Does he realize that he was playing Samuel Eto'o -- arguably the best player in the world if you're going by club performance these last 2 seasons -- out of position?
* France. Paul Domenech -- who looks like Sacha Baron Cohen's character Borat -- has ruined one of the great national football teams. Patrice Evra was crying like Tonya Harding before and after the game, and this is your Captain? France are old.
* Germany destroys Australia, looking like they might be the best team in the tournament, looking more like a typically flashy Netherlands team than the dour, uber-defensive German squads we've come to know. And then they get beat 1-0 this morning by Serbia? And who do you root for in that one? Germany hasn't been committing genocide for 63 years, Serbia was last doing that only 11 years ago. The Krauts vs. the Serbs? What, did the Galactic Empire and the Cardassian Union fail to qualify? Did Darth Vader get called for a handball? Whoops, awkward comment...
* Greece. How could they look so bad against Korea, and then beat Nigeria?
* Italy are old, too. These guys won the World Cup 4 years ago, but a lot can change in 4 years, including Marcello Lippi going from genius manager to bonehead. I'm still expecting him to bring Gigi Riva and Sandro Mazzola on in the late minutes of one of their remaining games. (Note for the soccer neophyte): Those guys were superstars of the late Sixties and early Seventies, members of the Italy team that made it to the 1970 Final.)
* Korea (the real one) looked marvelous in beating Greece, but then got stripped by Argentina. And then Korea (the Red one), supposedly the worst team in the tournament, held Brazil to a standstill for three-quarters of the game, and only lost 2-1? Huh?
* New Zealand won a World Cup match. That had never happened before. I can hear Lucy Lawless singing from here!
* South Africa. Desperately trying to not become the first host country to fail to get out of the Group Stage, they had a nice 1-0 lead over Mexico before settling for a 1-1 tie, then got embarrassed by Uruguay.
* Spain. All that hype, all those Barcelona players, and they lose to Switzerland? And not because they kept getting carded for being diving cunts (or even for having Ozzfest hair), but because they couldn't score? Maybe they should have started Arsenal Captain Cesc Fabregas. If those Barca bastards want Cesc so much, they should tell manager Vicente del Bosque to start Cesc.
After 4 years of trying to learn this game since the last World Cup, I still don't get it.
Then again, I've been watching baseball for a third of a century, and I still don't understand that game. Nobody does. Maybe soccer has that in common with baseball: Just when you think you understand it, it slugs you in the gut and proves that you don't understand nothin'. If you think you do, you're deluding yourself.
As the English would say, "Bollocks."
UPDATE: Speaking of England, they only got a 0-0 draw with Algeria, supposedly a weak team. I'm too stunned to gloat.
Wayne Rooney, the "fat ugly Scouser" who spurned boyhood club Everton to go to Manchester United (hating them is one of the few things both Everton and crosstown rival Liverpool agree on), and is now regarded as the best striker in England if not the world, doesn't have the English FA and its referees to protect him in this tournament, and he's not used to not getting his way, and as the England fans booed their team off the pitch, Rooney tells an interviewer -- this is translated from whatever the hell language he speaks -- "Nice, ain't it? Own fans booing you, just 'cause you don't win a football match."
Welcome to the real world, Wooney you cunt pig bastard.
Here are the things that don't make sense, in alphabetical order by country (thus allowing me to list America first, in the A's, not in the U's for "U.S." or "U.S.A."):
* My fellow Americans, we have finally arrived as a proper "football nation." We have been screwed by a referee at a World Cup. We should have beaten Slovenia.
Not that they were a bad team, but they were beatable. But we played the first half like garbage. Sorry, forgot to "speak English" there: We were rubbish, we were fucking rubbish. That first goal, it might not have been savable, but Tim Howard should have at least moved. Then we fail to get off a good shot with several chances, and the opponent comes rushing back and scores a goal when clearly offside. Throw in the hacking at our legs, and "It's just like watching Arsenal."
But Bob Bradley must've made some kind of halftime speech, because, "Two-nil, and you fucked it up!" Landon Donovan got off his ass and scored the 1st, and the coach's son Michael Bradley hit a corker in the 81st. But Maurice Edu's game-winner in the 85th was waved off for no reason other than that the referee was a bald cunt. We won fair and square, and we was robbed.
* Cameroon. Does manager Paul Le Guen realize that he has Alex Song in his side? He left Song on the bench. Does he realize that he was playing Samuel Eto'o -- arguably the best player in the world if you're going by club performance these last 2 seasons -- out of position?
* France. Paul Domenech -- who looks like Sacha Baron Cohen's character Borat -- has ruined one of the great national football teams. Patrice Evra was crying like Tonya Harding before and after the game, and this is your Captain? France are old.
* Germany destroys Australia, looking like they might be the best team in the tournament, looking more like a typically flashy Netherlands team than the dour, uber-defensive German squads we've come to know. And then they get beat 1-0 this morning by Serbia? And who do you root for in that one? Germany hasn't been committing genocide for 63 years, Serbia was last doing that only 11 years ago. The Krauts vs. the Serbs? What, did the Galactic Empire and the Cardassian Union fail to qualify? Did Darth Vader get called for a handball? Whoops, awkward comment...
* Greece. How could they look so bad against Korea, and then beat Nigeria?
* Italy are old, too. These guys won the World Cup 4 years ago, but a lot can change in 4 years, including Marcello Lippi going from genius manager to bonehead. I'm still expecting him to bring Gigi Riva and Sandro Mazzola on in the late minutes of one of their remaining games. (Note for the soccer neophyte): Those guys were superstars of the late Sixties and early Seventies, members of the Italy team that made it to the 1970 Final.)
* Korea (the real one) looked marvelous in beating Greece, but then got stripped by Argentina. And then Korea (the Red one), supposedly the worst team in the tournament, held Brazil to a standstill for three-quarters of the game, and only lost 2-1? Huh?
* New Zealand won a World Cup match. That had never happened before. I can hear Lucy Lawless singing from here!
* South Africa. Desperately trying to not become the first host country to fail to get out of the Group Stage, they had a nice 1-0 lead over Mexico before settling for a 1-1 tie, then got embarrassed by Uruguay.
* Spain. All that hype, all those Barcelona players, and they lose to Switzerland? And not because they kept getting carded for being diving cunts (or even for having Ozzfest hair), but because they couldn't score? Maybe they should have started Arsenal Captain Cesc Fabregas. If those Barca bastards want Cesc so much, they should tell manager Vicente del Bosque to start Cesc.
After 4 years of trying to learn this game since the last World Cup, I still don't get it.
Then again, I've been watching baseball for a third of a century, and I still don't understand that game. Nobody does. Maybe soccer has that in common with baseball: Just when you think you understand it, it slugs you in the gut and proves that you don't understand nothin'. If you think you do, you're deluding yourself.
As the English would say, "Bollocks."
UPDATE: Speaking of England, they only got a 0-0 draw with Algeria, supposedly a weak team. I'm too stunned to gloat.
Wayne Rooney, the "fat ugly Scouser" who spurned boyhood club Everton to go to Manchester United (hating them is one of the few things both Everton and crosstown rival Liverpool agree on), and is now regarded as the best striker in England if not the world, doesn't have the English FA and its referees to protect him in this tournament, and he's not used to not getting his way, and as the England fans booed their team off the pitch, Rooney tells an interviewer -- this is translated from whatever the hell language he speaks -- "Nice, ain't it? Own fans booing you, just 'cause you don't win a football match."
Welcome to the real world, Wooney you cunt pig bastard.
Monday, June 14, 2010
How to Be a Yankee Fan in Baltimore
As promised back on Friday (sorry), a review of my experience at the Yankees-Orioles game on Thursday.
Getting There. Getting to Baltimore is fairly easy. However, if you have a car, I recommend using it, and using the parking deck at a hotel near the ballpark. There are several.
It’s 193 miles by road from Times Square to Camden Yards, 201 miles from Yankee Stadium to the Birds’ Nest. If you’re not “doing the city,” but just going to the game, take the New Jersey Turnpike all the way down to the Delaware Memorial Bridge (a.k.a. the Twin Span), across the Delaware River into the State of, well, Delaware. This should take about 2 hours, not counting a rest stop.
Speaking of which, the temptation to take an alternate route (such as Exit 7A to I-195 to I-295 to the Ben Franklin Bridge) or a side trip (Exit 4, eventually leading to the Ben Franklin Bridge) to get into Pennsylvania and stop off at Pat’s Steaks in South Philly can be strong, but if you want to get from New York to Baltimore with making only one rest stop, you’re better off using the Walt Whitman Service Area in Cherry Hill, between Exits 4 and 3. It’s almost exactly the halfway point between New York and Baltimore.
Once you get over the Twin Span – the New Jersey-bound span opened in 1951, the Delaware-bound one was added in 1968 – follow the signs carefully, as you’ll be faced with multiple ramps signs for Interstates 95, 295 and 495, as well as for US Routes 13 and 40 and State Route 9. You want I-95 South, and its signs will say “Delaware Turnpike” and “Baltimore.” You’ll pay tolls at both its eastern and western ends, and unless there’s a traffic jam, you should only be in Delaware for a maximum of 15 minutes before hitting the Maryland State Line.
At said State Line, I-95 changes from the Delaware Turnpike to the John F. Kennedy Memorial Highway, and you’ll be on it for about an hour (unless you want to make another rest stop, either the Chesapeake House or the Maryland House) before reaching the Baltimore Harbor Tunnel and Exit 53, for I-395 which empties onto Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, and the ballpark will be right there. (The official address is 333 W. Camden Street.) If all goes well (getting out of New York City and into downtown Baltimore okay, reasonable traffic, just the one rest stop, no trouble with your car), the whole trip should take about 4 hours.
Baltimore is too close to fly, just as flying from New York (from JFK, LaGuardia or Newark) to Boston, Philadelphia and Washington, once you factor in fooling around with everything you gotta do at each airport, don’t really save you much time compared to driving, the bus or the train.
The train is a good option, but not a great one. Baltimore's Penn Station is at 1515 N. Charles Street, bounded on the other side by St. Paul Street, which runs southbound. Get on Charles, and you'll be going northbound, away from downtown, and you'll end up near the Museum of Art, Druid Hill Park ("Droodle Park" in Baltimorese), and the site of Memorial Stadium (now senior-citizens' housing). It's not a terrible neighborhood, but it will be out of your way. In addition, Amtrak is expensive. They figure, "You hate to fly, you don't want to deal with airports, and Greyhound sucks, so we can charge whatever we want."
Still, if you have the money – it’ll probably be $95 in each direction – Amtrak is a good option. An Acela Express (they don’t call ‘em Metroliners anymore) will take about 2 hours and 15 minutes; a regular Northeast Regional about 2 hours and 45 minutes.
When you get to Baltimore’s Penn Station, pick up copies of the Baltimore Sun and the Washington Post. The Post is a great paper with a very good sports section, and as a holdover from the 1972-2004 era when D.C. had no MLB team of its own, it still covers the Orioles well. The Sun is only an okay paper, but its sports section is nearly as good as the Post's, and their coverage of their town's hometown baseball team rivals that of any paper in the country -- including the great coverage that The New York Times and Daily News give to the Yankees.
Once you have your newspapers, walk out to St. Paul Street, and catch either the Number 3 or the Number 64 bus, which will take you to downtown, to the Inner Harbor and Camden Yards areas.
Bus? The old Greyhound terminal was right downtown, but it was an absolute hole. It looked like a homeless shelter. The new one is a huge improvement in terms of convenience and cleanliness. The problem is that it's at 2110 Haines Street, south of downtown. On paper, it's not unreasonable to walk from there to the NFL Ravens' stadium (currently, M&T Bank has the naming rights) and then past that to ballpark. But you'll be walking under the elevated Interstate 395, and you won't like it.
From Greyhound, the Number 27 bus will take you right to the ballpark. If you want to see the Inner Harbor attractions, change by the ballpark to the Number 7 bus.
Greyhound also has "Baltimore Travel Plaza." It's at 5625 O'Donnell Street, 3 miles east of downtown, just off Interstate 95, designed to cater to Baltimore and Washington travelers at the same time, while those going to the Haines Street terminal are pretty much only those going to Baltimore. To get from Travel Plaza to downtown (Harborplace or Camden Yards), take the Number 20 bus.
Baltimore is way behind the curve when it comes to public transportation. They didn't have a subway (the Metro) until 1983, and it didn't go anywhere near Memorial Stadium; as it is, the Lexington Market and Charles Center stops are each 8 blocks from Camden Yards. The Light Rail system opened in April 1992, same month as the new ballpark, and separate stops serve both the ballpark (and Camden Station, enabling MARC commuter-rail access from Washington and the suburbs between the two cities) and the football stadium. The Light Rail does serve Penn Station, although the closest stop to the Greyhound station on Haines Street is Hamburg Street, which is the stop for the Ravens' stadium.
As a result of not having a subway or a light rail until a generation ago, old habits die hard, and people overrely on the buses, jamming them, sometimes not even during rush hour. Again: If you can drive, or get someone to drive you, do it, and park in a downtown hotel's deck. You'll be better off walking around to the various downtown locations.
Tickets. It used to be that getting tickets to any Orioles home game, not just Yankee games, was hard, because they were selling Camden Yards out 44, 45, 46,000 per night. (Officially, seating capacity is 48,876, with the difference long being made up by standing room.)
Just as the 1954 arrival of the Orioles in Baltimore, 40 or so miles away, probably doomed the Washington Senators (twice, as it turned out, the originals-turned-Minnesota Twins in 1961 and the "New Senators"-turned-Texas Rangers in 1971), so, too, did the specter of a new team coming to Washington hang over the Orioles.
Edward Bennett Williams, the "superlawyer" who also owned the NFL's Washington Redskins for many years, wanted out of Memorial Stadium, which was a fine place to watch a baseball game and a great one to watch a football game. It had two major problems, however: You couldn't get in, and you couldn't get out. Driving there was bad, and public transport was every bit as bad, with the Number 3 bus constantly getting stuck in traffic on North Charles Street and then on 33rd Street.
Williams wanted a ballpark close to downtown, with easy access to Camden Station and Interstate 95 -- and thus with easier road and rail access from his Washington hometown. For years, Baltimoreans were terrified that, if he didn't get what he wanted, he would outright move the team to Washington to share Robert F. Kennedy Stadium with the 'Skins. This fear expanded after Robert Irsay moved the Colts to Indianapolis in 1984. But, just before Williams' death in 1988, a funding plan for the new ballpark got through the Maryland legislature.
New team owner Peter Angelos, once one of the biggest-spending owners in the game, was desperate to keep MLB expansion from including the Nation's Capital and established teams from moving there. He was sure that one-quarter of the Orioles' fans were from the D.C. area, and he didn't want to lose those fans. Which explains why he got plenty of freebies to D.C. power brokers, including members of Congress, White House staff, and pundits, including George Will, who became a minority owner of the franchise despite his lifelong fandom for the Chicago Cubs.
The Orioles reached the American League Championship Series in 1996, but lost to the Yankees; and again in 1997, but lost to the Cleveland Indians. In fact, the O's have played 6 ALCS games at Camden Yards since it opened in 1992, and have won only 5. (This includes 0-3 against the '96 Yanks, so since they couldn't protect their house, their fans can shut the hell up about Jeffrey Maier.)
A beanball war at Yankee Stadium in 1998, in the midst of a Yankee sweep, marked the end of the O's would-be dynasty. But people still came to Camden Yards in droves, even as the team deterioriated. In 1997, attendance peaked at 45,816 per game. As late as 2000, it was 40,704. In 2001, still 38,686.
And then, in 2002, per-game attendance dropped to 33,122. Just like that. So what happened in 2002? Or in the 2001-02 offseason? Easy: The statue of Cal Ripken was removed from third base.
You've probably gotten the joke: That wasn't a statue. That was Ripken himself, who probably played 3 years too long. But after Cal left, and took his overrated legend with him, there was no reason to watch the Orioles anymore: They stunk, and had no drawing cards.
In 2004, the last season before the Montreal Expos moved to become the Washington Nationals, O's per-game attendance was 34,300. In 2005, the Nats' first season down the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, attendance fell to 32,404. The Nats weren't good, and RFK Stadium was inadequate for modern baseball, but the novelty of baseball being back in the Nation's Capital wasn't enough to make the one-quarter difference that Angelos long feared. In fact, instead of a 25 percent drop, it was a 6 percent drop. But it was a 19 percent drop from the last Cal season
Last season, O's per-game attendance bottomed out at 23,545, their lowest since 1988, the year they lost their first 21 games en route to losing 107 for the season. That's a 64 percent drop from the last Cal season, but that's got little to do with the Nats simply existing an hour's drive away (at least, it's an hour's drive in theory; BaltWash Corridor traffic can be horrendous), and lots to do with the O's being pathetic. And with Stephen Strasburg having arrived, now it will be the Nats with the iconic player (as if Ryan Zimmerman isn't already a damn good player), so the O's are really up the creek now, unless they start rebuilding.
So what does this mean? It means getting tickets for O's games will be relatively easy until Angelos either gets a clue, or sells the team to someone who already has. You can just walk up to the ticket booth and give your request, and basically get pretty much any seat(s) you're willing to pay for. Field Box seats are $55, a bargain by New York standards. The Upper Box seat I sat in last Thursday, right over home plate, was a mere $20. Those same seats at Yankee Stadium II would be $250 and $50, respectively.
Going In. You're likely to walk in at the Eutaw Street gate, between the edge of the left field stands and the Baltimore & Ohio Warehouse. This area has a statue of Baltimore native Babe Ruth, and big steel representations of the Orioles' retired numbers: 4, 1968-86 manager Earl Weaver; 5, 1955-77 third baseman Brooks Robinson; 8, 1981-2001 shortstop (eventually third baseman) Cal Ripken Jr.; 20, 1966-71 right fielder (and later manager) Frank Robinson; 22, 1965-84 pitcher Jim Palmer; and 33, 1977-96 first baseman Eddie Murray. (Number 7, worn by Cal Ripken Sr., and Number 44, worn by former catcher and longtime coach Elrod Hendricks, have not been officially retired, but neither has been given out since these men died.)
But if you can, try to enter by the right field gate. You'll see some of the letters from the front gate of Memorial Stadium, which stood as a memorial to Baltimore City and Baltimore County losses in World Wars I and II. The bottom line of the gate was saved: "TIME WILL NOT DIM THE GLORY OF THEIR DEEDS."
Entering by the right field gate will also enable you to get a good look at M&T Bank Stadium and its statue of Colts legend Johnny Unitas, and to get to what appears to be the only escalator bank at Camden Yards.
Food. Eat. You'll be glad you did. Baltimore is a really good food city, and the concession stands reflect this. There are plenty of stands, and the lines are usually of reasonable length. The Esskay hot dogs are good, and the beers are varied. Boog Powell's barbecue stand, on the Eutaw Street walkway, sells good stuff, although his meats are a little too spicy for my taste.
Team History Displays. As I said, there is a nod to Oriole history at the Eutaw Street gate. The 6 Pennants the American League version of the Orioles have won -- 1966, 1969, 1970, 1971, 1979 and 1983 -- used to be shown as painted onto the outfield fence. Now, they are restricted to flags on the big THE SUN scoreboard -- note the BALTIMORE SUN letters taking the place of the numbers on the clock, and the Oriole weathervanes.
The old, National League version of the Orioles won Pennants in 1894, 1895 and 1896. The Triple-A version of the Orioles won the International League Pennant in 1908, 7 straight from 1919 to 1925, 1944 and 1950. And the 1901-02 American League version went on to win 40 Pennants (and counting) -- but that's as the New York Yankees.
There's a brick wall on the Eutaw Street walkway that features an Orioles Hall of Fame, with several inductees ranging from Brooks and Frank Robinson up to recent inductees such as 1996-97 star Brady Anderson -- but not, as yet, recent former Yankee Mike Mussina. Hmmmm...
Stuff. The Warehouse includes a team store, but if you're looking for nostalgia items, your luck will be limited. They do see B. Robinson 5, Ripken 8, F. Robinson 20, Palmer 22 and Murray 33 jerseys, but that's about it. If you're looking for Oriole history DVDs, forget it, although it probably shouldn't be too hard, somewhere nearby, to find the official World Series highlight films, sold in an Orioles package of 1966, 1970 and 1983.
Souvenir stands dot the Camden Yards concourses every few yards, and when I was there in June 2010, some of them sold Yankee T-shirts as well as Oriole gear. I don't know if they do this for other teams -- I haven't been there for a game with an Oriole opponent other than the Yankees since 1999 -- but while I appreciate the effort to pander to visiting fans, I also find it troubling: It suggests that they think that their own stuff might not be good enough.
During the Game. You do not need to fear wearing your Yankee gear to Camden Yards. Although Baltimore is an old, tough, gritty Northeastern city, home to two tough, gritty, much-honored TV crime dramas (Homicide: Life On the Street and The Wire), their fans will not fight you or provoke you into a fight. O's fans are generally classy. And they know the game, and they don't want to ruin their experience by mixing it up with outsiders. They will, however, boo you and your fellow Yankee Fans when you chant, "Let's Go Yankees!" They don't like it when you (and Red Sox fans, and, with Interleague play coming in, fans of the Mets, Phillies and Nats) take over their ballpark, but they know fighting isn't the answer. This is something some Red Sox fans have yet to learn.
But there is one thing that might bother you at the start of the game. "The Star-Spangled Banner," played at baseball games since at least 1918 and our official National Anthem since 1931, was written in Baltimore, by city resident Francis Scott Key, following the Battle of Fort McHenry on September 14, 1814. The city's connection with the song remains strong, and since the late 1970s, it has been a tradition at Orioles games for fans to yell out the "Oh" in the line, "Oh, say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave." In this case, "O" is short for "Oriole."
In theory, this is cute. In actual practice, I find it grossly offensive. It trivializes the event the song commemorates. My first visit for a Yanks-O's game was on September 11, 2004. As Baltimore was still (for 3 more weeks, anyway) the closest MLB team to D.C., they had Pentagon rescue workers throw out the ceremonial first ball to some Yankees, representing New York and the World Trade Center. But when they sang the "O!" I said, "Not today, people!" They still do it.
To make matters worse, this is done at other sporting events. I heard it last fall when Rutgers went down to the University of Maryland to play football. I understand: While the College Park campus is inside the Capital Beltway, UM wouldn't be the athletic powerhouse it's become without kids from Baltimore. I heard it in the summer of 2006 when the Yankees played the Washington Nationals game in an Interleague game at Robert F. Kennedy Stadium, and I heard it again that fall when I went to see the New Jersey Devils play the Washington Capitals at the Verizon Center.
Baltimore doesn't have an NHL team, and never has, although they briefly had the Baltimore Claws in the World Hockey Association. And a lot of Nats fans grew up with the O's as their MLB team, and old habits die hard. But the D.C.-area natives booed the hell out of the "O!" shouters at both the Nats game and the Caps game. (At the former, the Nats trailed the Yankees 8-2 but came back to win, 9-8, oy; at the latter, the Devils embarrassed the Caps, 4-1.)
I've never been to a basketball game in the D.C. area -- Washington Bullets/Wizards, University of Maryland, Georgetown University or George Mason University -- but I have it on good authority that the "O!" is done at games of the Ravens, the minor-league Aberdeen Ironbirds (owned by the Ripken brothers, adjacent to their Havre de Grace hometown), and the minor-league Norfolk Tides, even before it became the Orioles' top farm club in 2007. From 1969 to 2006, the team, previously known as the Tidewater Tides, was a Met farm club. That's 240 miles from Camden Yards, but apparently they still do the "O!" I don't know if they do it on at Delmarva Shorebirds games in Salisbury on the Eastern Shore. (They're in the Lakewood BlueClaws' league, and not far from Ocean City, Maryland. Maybe I'll check them out someday.)
At the 7th inning stretch, after they sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," they go into "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" by John Denver. It was suggested by shortstop Mark Belanger in 1975, as Oriole management was looking for "new songs" to appeal to young fans. During the 1979 World Series, Denver himself came to Memorial Stadium and sang it from the top of the Oriole dugout, along with the Oriole Bird mascot.
I hate that fucking song. Come on, Baltimore, you're a Northeastern city of 630,000 people. You're supposed to be tough and urban. Stop with this "country boy" nonsense!
Well, you got you a wife, she's a cousin you diddle...
After the Game. Don't worry about Oriole fans talking trash to you if they manage to beat you. A few might, but most won't. This isn't Boston. It isn't even Toronto, where the Blue Jays fans take a lot more liberties than their team (since 1993, anyway) has earned.
If you want to get a drink before or after the game, there are plenty of choices near the ballpark, including Slider's, Pickles, the Wharf Rat, and the Goddess. (I realize that name makes it sound like a strip club, or maybe a lesbian bar, but it's neither.)
If you came to Baltimore by Amtrak, and you're not spending the night, be advised that the last train of the night leaves Penn Station at 10:46 PM (and arrives at New York's Penn Station at 1:50 AM), and since Yanks-O's games tend to last over 3 hours, you could be in trouble. Make sure you get on the Light Rail train marked "PENN STATION," not "MT. WASHINGTON" or "HUNT VALLEY," or you'll end up in the suburbs of Baltimore County.
Better to come down early on a Saturday, get a hotel, enjoy downtown on Saturday afternoon, see the game on Saturday night, and then on Sunday, choose between going to a second game and seeing something away from downtown such as the Museum of Art. You'll be glad you did.
And since the Orioles are terrible for the time being, you've got a good chance of seeing a Yankee win.
Sidelights. The Ravens’ M&T Bank Stadium is just to the south of Oriole Park. Three blocks from the ballpark, to the west, at 216 Emory Street, is the Babe Ruth Birthplace and Baltimore Orioles Museum, featuring exhibits on the Babe and the history of baseball in the City of Baltimore and the State of Maryland.
Also 3 blocks away, to the north, bounded by Baltimore, Howard and Lombard Streets and Hopkins Place, is the 1st Mariner Arena, formerly known as the Baltimore Civic Center. This arena, built in 1961, hosted the NBA’s Baltimore Bullets (now the Washington Wizards) from 1963 to 1973, the Beatles in 1964, Elvis Presley in 1971 and 1977, and Martin Luther King’s “Race and the Church” speech in 1966. Also home to minor-league hockey and indoor soccer, they’re talking about replacing it with a new arena on the site, but for now this arena remains in use.
The site of Memorial Stadium (1954-2002), and its predecessor Municipal Stadium (1922-1953), is at 1000 E. 33rd Street, at Ellerslie Avenue. It hosted the minor-league Orioles from 1944 to 1953, the major-league Orioles from 1954 to 1991, the Colts from 1947 to 1950 and again from 1953 to 1983, the CFL’s Baltimore Stallions in 1994 and 1995, and the NFL’s Ravens in 1996 and 1997. Take the Number 3 bus up Charles Street.
And no visit to Baltimore is complete without a trip to the Inner Harbor, home to the Harborplace mall. James Rouse, who revitalized New York’s South Street Seaport and Boston’s Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market, and designed Philadelphia’s Gallery at Market East Station, was from Baltimore, and he wanted to give his hometown the best one of all. He may have succeeded. Aside from the Orioles team store, the highlight may be The Fudgery, where the people making and serving the fudge sing all day. Harborplace is at the intersection of Light & Pratt Streets, and there’s a Light Street Pavilion and a Pratt Street Pavilion.
To the east of Harborplace is the USS Constellation museum, a pentagonal skyscraper named the World Trade Center (Boston, Montreal and San Francisco also have buildings with that name we so often associated with New York from 1973 onward), the National Aquarium, a Hard Rock Café, the Pier Six concert Pavilion, and the Star-Spangled Banner Flag House at 844 E. Pratt Street. That’s where the 15-star, 15-stripe Fort McHenry flag that “was still there” was sewn, not where it is now (the Smithsonian Institution in Washington), and it’s also a museum dedicated to the War of 1812 and Baltimore’s pivotal role in that conflict. Beyond that is Fell’s Point, Baltimore’s Little Italy.
To the south of Harborplace is the Maryland Science Center, the American Visionary Art Museum (not to be confused with the Baltimore Museum of Art), and Federal Hill, which is the closest thing Baltimore has to a Greenwich Village. This includes the Cross Street Market, and my favorite Baltimore watering hole, the Abbey Burger Bistro. Officially, it’s at 1041 Marshall Street, but don’t let that fool you: It’s actually in a short alley off Cross Street between Light and Patapsco Streets, giving it the allure of an English-style pub. This is one of the reasons it’s the home of the Charm City Gooners, the local supporters club of my favorite English soccer team, London’s Arsenal FC. You can build your own burger, and it caters to fans of the Orioles and Ravens; but they will put up with Yankee Fans if they're also Arsenal fans. And (assuming you have time either before or after the game), it's a reasonable walk from both the ballpark and the Greyhound terminal on Haines Street.
The Yankees visit Baltimore one more time this season: On September 17, 18 and 19. The Friday and Saturday games, as is usual for the Orioles, are 7:05 starts. The Sunday game is a 1:05 start. Have fun!
Getting There. Getting to Baltimore is fairly easy. However, if you have a car, I recommend using it, and using the parking deck at a hotel near the ballpark. There are several.
It’s 193 miles by road from Times Square to Camden Yards, 201 miles from Yankee Stadium to the Birds’ Nest. If you’re not “doing the city,” but just going to the game, take the New Jersey Turnpike all the way down to the Delaware Memorial Bridge (a.k.a. the Twin Span), across the Delaware River into the State of, well, Delaware. This should take about 2 hours, not counting a rest stop.
Speaking of which, the temptation to take an alternate route (such as Exit 7A to I-195 to I-295 to the Ben Franklin Bridge) or a side trip (Exit 4, eventually leading to the Ben Franklin Bridge) to get into Pennsylvania and stop off at Pat’s Steaks in South Philly can be strong, but if you want to get from New York to Baltimore with making only one rest stop, you’re better off using the Walt Whitman Service Area in Cherry Hill, between Exits 4 and 3. It’s almost exactly the halfway point between New York and Baltimore.
Once you get over the Twin Span – the New Jersey-bound span opened in 1951, the Delaware-bound one was added in 1968 – follow the signs carefully, as you’ll be faced with multiple ramps signs for Interstates 95, 295 and 495, as well as for US Routes 13 and 40 and State Route 9. You want I-95 South, and its signs will say “Delaware Turnpike” and “Baltimore.” You’ll pay tolls at both its eastern and western ends, and unless there’s a traffic jam, you should only be in Delaware for a maximum of 15 minutes before hitting the Maryland State Line.
At said State Line, I-95 changes from the Delaware Turnpike to the John F. Kennedy Memorial Highway, and you’ll be on it for about an hour (unless you want to make another rest stop, either the Chesapeake House or the Maryland House) before reaching the Baltimore Harbor Tunnel and Exit 53, for I-395 which empties onto Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard, and the ballpark will be right there. (The official address is 333 W. Camden Street.) If all goes well (getting out of New York City and into downtown Baltimore okay, reasonable traffic, just the one rest stop, no trouble with your car), the whole trip should take about 4 hours.
Baltimore is too close to fly, just as flying from New York (from JFK, LaGuardia or Newark) to Boston, Philadelphia and Washington, once you factor in fooling around with everything you gotta do at each airport, don’t really save you much time compared to driving, the bus or the train.
The train is a good option, but not a great one. Baltimore's Penn Station is at 1515 N. Charles Street, bounded on the other side by St. Paul Street, which runs southbound. Get on Charles, and you'll be going northbound, away from downtown, and you'll end up near the Museum of Art, Druid Hill Park ("Droodle Park" in Baltimorese), and the site of Memorial Stadium (now senior-citizens' housing). It's not a terrible neighborhood, but it will be out of your way. In addition, Amtrak is expensive. They figure, "You hate to fly, you don't want to deal with airports, and Greyhound sucks, so we can charge whatever we want."
Still, if you have the money – it’ll probably be $95 in each direction – Amtrak is a good option. An Acela Express (they don’t call ‘em Metroliners anymore) will take about 2 hours and 15 minutes; a regular Northeast Regional about 2 hours and 45 minutes.
When you get to Baltimore’s Penn Station, pick up copies of the Baltimore Sun and the Washington Post. The Post is a great paper with a very good sports section, and as a holdover from the 1972-2004 era when D.C. had no MLB team of its own, it still covers the Orioles well. The Sun is only an okay paper, but its sports section is nearly as good as the Post's, and their coverage of their town's hometown baseball team rivals that of any paper in the country -- including the great coverage that The New York Times and Daily News give to the Yankees.
Once you have your newspapers, walk out to St. Paul Street, and catch either the Number 3 or the Number 64 bus, which will take you to downtown, to the Inner Harbor and Camden Yards areas.
Bus? The old Greyhound terminal was right downtown, but it was an absolute hole. It looked like a homeless shelter. The new one is a huge improvement in terms of convenience and cleanliness. The problem is that it's at 2110 Haines Street, south of downtown. On paper, it's not unreasonable to walk from there to the NFL Ravens' stadium (currently, M&T Bank has the naming rights) and then past that to ballpark. But you'll be walking under the elevated Interstate 395, and you won't like it.
From Greyhound, the Number 27 bus will take you right to the ballpark. If you want to see the Inner Harbor attractions, change by the ballpark to the Number 7 bus.
Greyhound also has "Baltimore Travel Plaza." It's at 5625 O'Donnell Street, 3 miles east of downtown, just off Interstate 95, designed to cater to Baltimore and Washington travelers at the same time, while those going to the Haines Street terminal are pretty much only those going to Baltimore. To get from Travel Plaza to downtown (Harborplace or Camden Yards), take the Number 20 bus.
Baltimore is way behind the curve when it comes to public transportation. They didn't have a subway (the Metro) until 1983, and it didn't go anywhere near Memorial Stadium; as it is, the Lexington Market and Charles Center stops are each 8 blocks from Camden Yards. The Light Rail system opened in April 1992, same month as the new ballpark, and separate stops serve both the ballpark (and Camden Station, enabling MARC commuter-rail access from Washington and the suburbs between the two cities) and the football stadium. The Light Rail does serve Penn Station, although the closest stop to the Greyhound station on Haines Street is Hamburg Street, which is the stop for the Ravens' stadium.
As a result of not having a subway or a light rail until a generation ago, old habits die hard, and people overrely on the buses, jamming them, sometimes not even during rush hour. Again: If you can drive, or get someone to drive you, do it, and park in a downtown hotel's deck. You'll be better off walking around to the various downtown locations.
Tickets. It used to be that getting tickets to any Orioles home game, not just Yankee games, was hard, because they were selling Camden Yards out 44, 45, 46,000 per night. (Officially, seating capacity is 48,876, with the difference long being made up by standing room.)
Just as the 1954 arrival of the Orioles in Baltimore, 40 or so miles away, probably doomed the Washington Senators (twice, as it turned out, the originals-turned-Minnesota Twins in 1961 and the "New Senators"-turned-Texas Rangers in 1971), so, too, did the specter of a new team coming to Washington hang over the Orioles.
Edward Bennett Williams, the "superlawyer" who also owned the NFL's Washington Redskins for many years, wanted out of Memorial Stadium, which was a fine place to watch a baseball game and a great one to watch a football game. It had two major problems, however: You couldn't get in, and you couldn't get out. Driving there was bad, and public transport was every bit as bad, with the Number 3 bus constantly getting stuck in traffic on North Charles Street and then on 33rd Street.
Williams wanted a ballpark close to downtown, with easy access to Camden Station and Interstate 95 -- and thus with easier road and rail access from his Washington hometown. For years, Baltimoreans were terrified that, if he didn't get what he wanted, he would outright move the team to Washington to share Robert F. Kennedy Stadium with the 'Skins. This fear expanded after Robert Irsay moved the Colts to Indianapolis in 1984. But, just before Williams' death in 1988, a funding plan for the new ballpark got through the Maryland legislature.
New team owner Peter Angelos, once one of the biggest-spending owners in the game, was desperate to keep MLB expansion from including the Nation's Capital and established teams from moving there. He was sure that one-quarter of the Orioles' fans were from the D.C. area, and he didn't want to lose those fans. Which explains why he got plenty of freebies to D.C. power brokers, including members of Congress, White House staff, and pundits, including George Will, who became a minority owner of the franchise despite his lifelong fandom for the Chicago Cubs.
The Orioles reached the American League Championship Series in 1996, but lost to the Yankees; and again in 1997, but lost to the Cleveland Indians. In fact, the O's have played 6 ALCS games at Camden Yards since it opened in 1992, and have won only 5. (This includes 0-3 against the '96 Yanks, so since they couldn't protect their house, their fans can shut the hell up about Jeffrey Maier.)
A beanball war at Yankee Stadium in 1998, in the midst of a Yankee sweep, marked the end of the O's would-be dynasty. But people still came to Camden Yards in droves, even as the team deterioriated. In 1997, attendance peaked at 45,816 per game. As late as 2000, it was 40,704. In 2001, still 38,686.
And then, in 2002, per-game attendance dropped to 33,122. Just like that. So what happened in 2002? Or in the 2001-02 offseason? Easy: The statue of Cal Ripken was removed from third base.
You've probably gotten the joke: That wasn't a statue. That was Ripken himself, who probably played 3 years too long. But after Cal left, and took his overrated legend with him, there was no reason to watch the Orioles anymore: They stunk, and had no drawing cards.
In 2004, the last season before the Montreal Expos moved to become the Washington Nationals, O's per-game attendance was 34,300. In 2005, the Nats' first season down the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, attendance fell to 32,404. The Nats weren't good, and RFK Stadium was inadequate for modern baseball, but the novelty of baseball being back in the Nation's Capital wasn't enough to make the one-quarter difference that Angelos long feared. In fact, instead of a 25 percent drop, it was a 6 percent drop. But it was a 19 percent drop from the last Cal season
Last season, O's per-game attendance bottomed out at 23,545, their lowest since 1988, the year they lost their first 21 games en route to losing 107 for the season. That's a 64 percent drop from the last Cal season, but that's got little to do with the Nats simply existing an hour's drive away (at least, it's an hour's drive in theory; BaltWash Corridor traffic can be horrendous), and lots to do with the O's being pathetic. And with Stephen Strasburg having arrived, now it will be the Nats with the iconic player (as if Ryan Zimmerman isn't already a damn good player), so the O's are really up the creek now, unless they start rebuilding.
So what does this mean? It means getting tickets for O's games will be relatively easy until Angelos either gets a clue, or sells the team to someone who already has. You can just walk up to the ticket booth and give your request, and basically get pretty much any seat(s) you're willing to pay for. Field Box seats are $55, a bargain by New York standards. The Upper Box seat I sat in last Thursday, right over home plate, was a mere $20. Those same seats at Yankee Stadium II would be $250 and $50, respectively.
Going In. You're likely to walk in at the Eutaw Street gate, between the edge of the left field stands and the Baltimore & Ohio Warehouse. This area has a statue of Baltimore native Babe Ruth, and big steel representations of the Orioles' retired numbers: 4, 1968-86 manager Earl Weaver; 5, 1955-77 third baseman Brooks Robinson; 8, 1981-2001 shortstop (eventually third baseman) Cal Ripken Jr.; 20, 1966-71 right fielder (and later manager) Frank Robinson; 22, 1965-84 pitcher Jim Palmer; and 33, 1977-96 first baseman Eddie Murray. (Number 7, worn by Cal Ripken Sr., and Number 44, worn by former catcher and longtime coach Elrod Hendricks, have not been officially retired, but neither has been given out since these men died.)
But if you can, try to enter by the right field gate. You'll see some of the letters from the front gate of Memorial Stadium, which stood as a memorial to Baltimore City and Baltimore County losses in World Wars I and II. The bottom line of the gate was saved: "TIME WILL NOT DIM THE GLORY OF THEIR DEEDS."
Entering by the right field gate will also enable you to get a good look at M&T Bank Stadium and its statue of Colts legend Johnny Unitas, and to get to what appears to be the only escalator bank at Camden Yards.
Food. Eat. You'll be glad you did. Baltimore is a really good food city, and the concession stands reflect this. There are plenty of stands, and the lines are usually of reasonable length. The Esskay hot dogs are good, and the beers are varied. Boog Powell's barbecue stand, on the Eutaw Street walkway, sells good stuff, although his meats are a little too spicy for my taste.
Team History Displays. As I said, there is a nod to Oriole history at the Eutaw Street gate. The 6 Pennants the American League version of the Orioles have won -- 1966, 1969, 1970, 1971, 1979 and 1983 -- used to be shown as painted onto the outfield fence. Now, they are restricted to flags on the big THE SUN scoreboard -- note the BALTIMORE SUN letters taking the place of the numbers on the clock, and the Oriole weathervanes.
The old, National League version of the Orioles won Pennants in 1894, 1895 and 1896. The Triple-A version of the Orioles won the International League Pennant in 1908, 7 straight from 1919 to 1925, 1944 and 1950. And the 1901-02 American League version went on to win 40 Pennants (and counting) -- but that's as the New York Yankees.
There's a brick wall on the Eutaw Street walkway that features an Orioles Hall of Fame, with several inductees ranging from Brooks and Frank Robinson up to recent inductees such as 1996-97 star Brady Anderson -- but not, as yet, recent former Yankee Mike Mussina. Hmmmm...
Stuff. The Warehouse includes a team store, but if you're looking for nostalgia items, your luck will be limited. They do see B. Robinson 5, Ripken 8, F. Robinson 20, Palmer 22 and Murray 33 jerseys, but that's about it. If you're looking for Oriole history DVDs, forget it, although it probably shouldn't be too hard, somewhere nearby, to find the official World Series highlight films, sold in an Orioles package of 1966, 1970 and 1983.
Souvenir stands dot the Camden Yards concourses every few yards, and when I was there in June 2010, some of them sold Yankee T-shirts as well as Oriole gear. I don't know if they do this for other teams -- I haven't been there for a game with an Oriole opponent other than the Yankees since 1999 -- but while I appreciate the effort to pander to visiting fans, I also find it troubling: It suggests that they think that their own stuff might not be good enough.
During the Game. You do not need to fear wearing your Yankee gear to Camden Yards. Although Baltimore is an old, tough, gritty Northeastern city, home to two tough, gritty, much-honored TV crime dramas (Homicide: Life On the Street and The Wire), their fans will not fight you or provoke you into a fight. O's fans are generally classy. And they know the game, and they don't want to ruin their experience by mixing it up with outsiders. They will, however, boo you and your fellow Yankee Fans when you chant, "Let's Go Yankees!" They don't like it when you (and Red Sox fans, and, with Interleague play coming in, fans of the Mets, Phillies and Nats) take over their ballpark, but they know fighting isn't the answer. This is something some Red Sox fans have yet to learn.
But there is one thing that might bother you at the start of the game. "The Star-Spangled Banner," played at baseball games since at least 1918 and our official National Anthem since 1931, was written in Baltimore, by city resident Francis Scott Key, following the Battle of Fort McHenry on September 14, 1814. The city's connection with the song remains strong, and since the late 1970s, it has been a tradition at Orioles games for fans to yell out the "Oh" in the line, "Oh, say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave." In this case, "O" is short for "Oriole."
In theory, this is cute. In actual practice, I find it grossly offensive. It trivializes the event the song commemorates. My first visit for a Yanks-O's game was on September 11, 2004. As Baltimore was still (for 3 more weeks, anyway) the closest MLB team to D.C., they had Pentagon rescue workers throw out the ceremonial first ball to some Yankees, representing New York and the World Trade Center. But when they sang the "O!" I said, "Not today, people!" They still do it.
To make matters worse, this is done at other sporting events. I heard it last fall when Rutgers went down to the University of Maryland to play football. I understand: While the College Park campus is inside the Capital Beltway, UM wouldn't be the athletic powerhouse it's become without kids from Baltimore. I heard it in the summer of 2006 when the Yankees played the Washington Nationals game in an Interleague game at Robert F. Kennedy Stadium, and I heard it again that fall when I went to see the New Jersey Devils play the Washington Capitals at the Verizon Center.
Baltimore doesn't have an NHL team, and never has, although they briefly had the Baltimore Claws in the World Hockey Association. And a lot of Nats fans grew up with the O's as their MLB team, and old habits die hard. But the D.C.-area natives booed the hell out of the "O!" shouters at both the Nats game and the Caps game. (At the former, the Nats trailed the Yankees 8-2 but came back to win, 9-8, oy; at the latter, the Devils embarrassed the Caps, 4-1.)
I've never been to a basketball game in the D.C. area -- Washington Bullets/Wizards, University of Maryland, Georgetown University or George Mason University -- but I have it on good authority that the "O!" is done at games of the Ravens, the minor-league Aberdeen Ironbirds (owned by the Ripken brothers, adjacent to their Havre de Grace hometown), and the minor-league Norfolk Tides, even before it became the Orioles' top farm club in 2007. From 1969 to 2006, the team, previously known as the Tidewater Tides, was a Met farm club. That's 240 miles from Camden Yards, but apparently they still do the "O!" I don't know if they do it on at Delmarva Shorebirds games in Salisbury on the Eastern Shore. (They're in the Lakewood BlueClaws' league, and not far from Ocean City, Maryland. Maybe I'll check them out someday.)
At the 7th inning stretch, after they sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," they go into "Thank God I'm a Country Boy" by John Denver. It was suggested by shortstop Mark Belanger in 1975, as Oriole management was looking for "new songs" to appeal to young fans. During the 1979 World Series, Denver himself came to Memorial Stadium and sang it from the top of the Oriole dugout, along with the Oriole Bird mascot.
I hate that fucking song. Come on, Baltimore, you're a Northeastern city of 630,000 people. You're supposed to be tough and urban. Stop with this "country boy" nonsense!
Well, you got you a wife, she's a cousin you diddle...
After the Game. Don't worry about Oriole fans talking trash to you if they manage to beat you. A few might, but most won't. This isn't Boston. It isn't even Toronto, where the Blue Jays fans take a lot more liberties than their team (since 1993, anyway) has earned.
If you want to get a drink before or after the game, there are plenty of choices near the ballpark, including Slider's, Pickles, the Wharf Rat, and the Goddess. (I realize that name makes it sound like a strip club, or maybe a lesbian bar, but it's neither.)
If you came to Baltimore by Amtrak, and you're not spending the night, be advised that the last train of the night leaves Penn Station at 10:46 PM (and arrives at New York's Penn Station at 1:50 AM), and since Yanks-O's games tend to last over 3 hours, you could be in trouble. Make sure you get on the Light Rail train marked "PENN STATION," not "MT. WASHINGTON" or "HUNT VALLEY," or you'll end up in the suburbs of Baltimore County.
Better to come down early on a Saturday, get a hotel, enjoy downtown on Saturday afternoon, see the game on Saturday night, and then on Sunday, choose between going to a second game and seeing something away from downtown such as the Museum of Art. You'll be glad you did.
And since the Orioles are terrible for the time being, you've got a good chance of seeing a Yankee win.
Sidelights. The Ravens’ M&T Bank Stadium is just to the south of Oriole Park. Three blocks from the ballpark, to the west, at 216 Emory Street, is the Babe Ruth Birthplace and Baltimore Orioles Museum, featuring exhibits on the Babe and the history of baseball in the City of Baltimore and the State of Maryland.
Also 3 blocks away, to the north, bounded by Baltimore, Howard and Lombard Streets and Hopkins Place, is the 1st Mariner Arena, formerly known as the Baltimore Civic Center. This arena, built in 1961, hosted the NBA’s Baltimore Bullets (now the Washington Wizards) from 1963 to 1973, the Beatles in 1964, Elvis Presley in 1971 and 1977, and Martin Luther King’s “Race and the Church” speech in 1966. Also home to minor-league hockey and indoor soccer, they’re talking about replacing it with a new arena on the site, but for now this arena remains in use.
The site of Memorial Stadium (1954-2002), and its predecessor Municipal Stadium (1922-1953), is at 1000 E. 33rd Street, at Ellerslie Avenue. It hosted the minor-league Orioles from 1944 to 1953, the major-league Orioles from 1954 to 1991, the Colts from 1947 to 1950 and again from 1953 to 1983, the CFL’s Baltimore Stallions in 1994 and 1995, and the NFL’s Ravens in 1996 and 1997. Take the Number 3 bus up Charles Street.
And no visit to Baltimore is complete without a trip to the Inner Harbor, home to the Harborplace mall. James Rouse, who revitalized New York’s South Street Seaport and Boston’s Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market, and designed Philadelphia’s Gallery at Market East Station, was from Baltimore, and he wanted to give his hometown the best one of all. He may have succeeded. Aside from the Orioles team store, the highlight may be The Fudgery, where the people making and serving the fudge sing all day. Harborplace is at the intersection of Light & Pratt Streets, and there’s a Light Street Pavilion and a Pratt Street Pavilion.
To the east of Harborplace is the USS Constellation museum, a pentagonal skyscraper named the World Trade Center (Boston, Montreal and San Francisco also have buildings with that name we so often associated with New York from 1973 onward), the National Aquarium, a Hard Rock Café, the Pier Six concert Pavilion, and the Star-Spangled Banner Flag House at 844 E. Pratt Street. That’s where the 15-star, 15-stripe Fort McHenry flag that “was still there” was sewn, not where it is now (the Smithsonian Institution in Washington), and it’s also a museum dedicated to the War of 1812 and Baltimore’s pivotal role in that conflict. Beyond that is Fell’s Point, Baltimore’s Little Italy.
To the south of Harborplace is the Maryland Science Center, the American Visionary Art Museum (not to be confused with the Baltimore Museum of Art), and Federal Hill, which is the closest thing Baltimore has to a Greenwich Village. This includes the Cross Street Market, and my favorite Baltimore watering hole, the Abbey Burger Bistro. Officially, it’s at 1041 Marshall Street, but don’t let that fool you: It’s actually in a short alley off Cross Street between Light and Patapsco Streets, giving it the allure of an English-style pub. This is one of the reasons it’s the home of the Charm City Gooners, the local supporters club of my favorite English soccer team, London’s Arsenal FC. You can build your own burger, and it caters to fans of the Orioles and Ravens; but they will put up with Yankee Fans if they're also Arsenal fans. And (assuming you have time either before or after the game), it's a reasonable walk from both the ballpark and the Greyhound terminal on Haines Street.
The Yankees visit Baltimore one more time this season: On September 17, 18 and 19. The Friday and Saturday games, as is usual for the Orioles, are 7:05 starts. The Sunday game is a 1:05 start. Have fun!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Yanks Sweep Stros, Krauts Beat Aussies
Yankees 9, Astros 5. A sweep of the South Texans. Jorge Posada hits a grand slam for the 2nd game in a row. Phil Hughes gets the job done again.
Unlike Australia. Man, they looked hideous against Germany, who were just toying with them.
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oy, oy, oy.
Still, Everton/Australia star Tim Cahill did not deserve that red card. It was a screwup, not an assault.
Martin Tyler called that game on ABC with Ally McCoist, 1980s and '90s star of Glasgow Rangers. Tyler speaks English well enough to get a "Well done" from Professor Henry Higgins. (Well, he should, he's English.) McCoist, the pride of Protestant Scotland, I couldn't understand 5 out of 6 words he said. But I understood him enough to know that he agreed with me that Cahill deserved a yellow rather than a straight red.
And Slovenia beating 10-man Argentina? That puts pressure on both the U.S. and England in that group.
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Anyway, with Tampa Bay also losing today, the Yankees are back in a tie for first place not just in the American League East, but for the best record in baseball.
With A-Rod's injury, I've had to adjust the countdowns a bit.
Days until the U.S. team's knockout round game: 14, 2 weeks, most likely against Germany, although it could be against Ghana. Unless they actually manage to win the group, in which case I'd have to research it, and I don't feel like doing that right now.
Days until the World Cup Final: 28. 4 weeks.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 600th career home run: 35 (estimated).
Days until the next Yankees-Red Sox series: 54, starting Friday night, August 6, at Yankee Stadium II. Under 8 weeks.
Days until the new English Premier League season starts: 62. A shade over 2 months.
Days until the first football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium (still unnamed): 64.
Days until Rutgers plays football again: 83. 12 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Giants game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 91. 3 months.
Days until the first regular-season Jets game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 92.
Days until East Brunswick High School plays football again: 94.
Days until the Devils play another local rival: 118 (estimated, 2010-11 schedule still not released).
Days until Rutgers and Army play the first college football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 125.
Days until the next East Brunswick-Old Bridge Thanksgiving clash: 165.
Days until Derek Jeter collects his 3,000th career hit: 340 (estimated).
Days until the Rutgers-Army football game at Yankee Stadium: 517.
Days until the last Nets game in New Jersey: 672 (estimated).
Days until the 2012 Olympics begin in London: 760.
Days until Alex Rodriguez collects his 3,000th career hit: 854 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 700th career home run: 1,125 (estimated).
Days until Super Bowl XLVIII at the Meadowlands: 1,330.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 756th career home run to surpass all-time leader Hank Aaron: 1,776 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 763rd career home run to become as close to a "real" all-time leader as we are likely to have: 1,800 (estimated).
Unlike Australia. Man, they looked hideous against Germany, who were just toying with them.
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, oy, oy, oy.
Still, Everton/Australia star Tim Cahill did not deserve that red card. It was a screwup, not an assault.
Martin Tyler called that game on ABC with Ally McCoist, 1980s and '90s star of Glasgow Rangers. Tyler speaks English well enough to get a "Well done" from Professor Henry Higgins. (Well, he should, he's English.) McCoist, the pride of Protestant Scotland, I couldn't understand 5 out of 6 words he said. But I understood him enough to know that he agreed with me that Cahill deserved a yellow rather than a straight red.
And Slovenia beating 10-man Argentina? That puts pressure on both the U.S. and England in that group.
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Anyway, with Tampa Bay also losing today, the Yankees are back in a tie for first place not just in the American League East, but for the best record in baseball.
With A-Rod's injury, I've had to adjust the countdowns a bit.
Days until the U.S. team's knockout round game: 14, 2 weeks, most likely against Germany, although it could be against Ghana. Unless they actually manage to win the group, in which case I'd have to research it, and I don't feel like doing that right now.
Days until the World Cup Final: 28. 4 weeks.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 600th career home run: 35 (estimated).
Days until the next Yankees-Red Sox series: 54, starting Friday night, August 6, at Yankee Stadium II. Under 8 weeks.
Days until the new English Premier League season starts: 62. A shade over 2 months.
Days until the first football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium (still unnamed): 64.
Days until Rutgers plays football again: 83. 12 weeks.
Days until the first regular-season Giants game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 91. 3 months.
Days until the first regular-season Jets game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 92.
Days until East Brunswick High School plays football again: 94.
Days until the Devils play another local rival: 118 (estimated, 2010-11 schedule still not released).
Days until Rutgers and Army play the first college football game at the new Meadowlands Stadium: 125.
Days until the next East Brunswick-Old Bridge Thanksgiving clash: 165.
Days until Derek Jeter collects his 3,000th career hit: 340 (estimated).
Days until the Rutgers-Army football game at Yankee Stadium: 517.
Days until the last Nets game in New Jersey: 672 (estimated).
Days until the 2012 Olympics begin in London: 760.
Days until Alex Rodriguez collects his 3,000th career hit: 854 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 700th career home run: 1,125 (estimated).
Days until Super Bowl XLVIII at the Meadowlands: 1,330.
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 756th career home run to surpass all-time leader Hank Aaron: 1,776 (estimated).
Days until Alex Rodriguez hits his 763rd career home run to become as close to a "real" all-time leader as we are likely to have: 1,800 (estimated).
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