Archive for April, 2010


Saturday, April 10th, 2010

I’m not gonna say it. The season just started. So I won’t say it.

Happy OFFICIAL Start to 2010

Friday, April 9th, 2010

Happy New Year! Welcome 2010, to officially start!

I have had a terrible, terrible day, but through some instinctual force deep within me knew exactly when to turn on the television at just the right moment to catch the start of the opening ceremonies of Opening Day. The resounding “O” of the National Anthem, watching Brooks and Boog simultaneously throw out the first pitch…dissolved all my troubles in an instant.

I thought for a brief moment a couple of days ago that I wasn’t ready for this season, for all the losing and frustration to start anew. I’ve never thought that before. But it’s true, there was a brief, “I’m not sure I’m ready for this” moment.

But today, a lovely bright sunny day…it’s a day when your heart betrays you…you cannot deny that which you love the most. The people, they come and go, but baseball, the Orioles, that is what is there every Spring to lift one’s spirits, to give hope for all the potentially bright days ahead. This is the day when your willpower is tested to not pack up your car and head straight to Camden Yards.

Ahhhhhhhhh! Orioles! Win or lose, I love you!

Happy Unofficial Start to the Season!

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

Every year I make resolutions about how I would like to be a better person. As an Orioles fan, I have many points of failure and much cause to renew my resolve to hope against all odds that I am capable of reform. Just for an example, I may have convinced myself, before today, the start of the season, that I would try to provide all three of my readers with more composed and measured evaluations of the games. Nevermind…you’ve heard it all before.

And yet…

It’s the first game of the season, the Os played marvelously. There was much happiness. And then…there was the fateful ninth inning which hates Orioles fans, which consciously sets out to turn us all into alcoholics, which leaves us ashamed and frankly, surprised, at the vocabulary that escapes our tormented and apoplectic lips.

So, in the interest of not using all my bad words up on the very first night of the year, I will summarize the painful events of tonight’s evening as “unfortunate.” Unrealized Oriole homeruns in the top of the ninth, Tampa seizing theirs and winning in the bottom. Choose nearly any game over the last three years, replay it and you will know all you need to, should you instead have spent your valuable hours on this earth doing something more productive than testing your blood pressure and your ability to suppress tears, real and actual tears.

Keeping my expectations in check is futile. I’ve been down that road and no matter how obvious it should be that I shouldn’t hope for better, I apparently have a special type of brain damage that is conducive to being an Orioles fan. So here we are again. Me in disbelief, in disbelief that I’m in disbelief, my husband saying, “What did you expect?!” me feeling a touch indignant at his lack of faith, me thinking that he’s right to lack faith, and you, dear poor reader, suffering right along with me. For the rest of the season, I, for one, will make sure that my bottle of Merlot is close at hand.

Nevertheless, Happy Opening Day!! Losing Orioles is still better than no Orioles. Happy Opening Day!!