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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year Orioles fans! I hope that 2010 is full of love, health, and riches in all things that bring joy to you. This is the time to also hope that our beloved team somehow finds a way to provide us with a season that does not leave us pondering our masochistic tendencies while we watch and wonder how fans of certain other teams, though thoroughly soulless, are able to cheer remorselessly and gleefully for teams that win — or at least don’t lose in record — no, it’s the season of joy, so the remainder of that sentence will remain untyped. In short, I wish you a year and season without rue. And for me, I wish a chance to touch Cal Ripken, Jr. again, and maybe, if it’s not too fantastical, maybe Eddie Murray and Earl Weaver. (Dreams came true last year, so why not dream some more!)

Again, I apologize for such a long delay since my last post. Contrary to all logical supposition, my lack of posting is not due to my utter despondency about the Orioles, nor the utter hopelessness that our beloved team will ever see both quality pitching and batting on the same roster. It is not a result of this blog author submitting herself to an Orioles treatment program for depression (only because one does not yet exist - the actual market for such a service being so small — though desperately needed for that small market). No, no. My lack of posting is due only to the limited number of hours in the day. And sometimes, the lack of imagination to say in a brand new way, “Huh! We lost. Funny, that,” or “The Orioles hurt me bad. Bad.”

New Years is always a time for me to make a long list of resolutions — some of which are never realistic, like finishing everything on my reading list, and some of which I actually manage to accomplish (I can’t think of any examples at the moment, but I know they exist). In the past I might have been wont to resolve to no longer complain vociferously about our team. I may have even once promised to not use the words “chipper” and the name of an Orioles pitcher together in the same paragraph. Recent years and this blog have taught me however, that I am weak of character (and mind) and the futility of such promises only assures that I will have just one more reason for self-loathing, one more reason to regard myself as a failure and screw up. Sure, I feel mean and judgmental when I make such statements, but at least I achieve a temporary outlet for the frustration that is being an Orioles fan and loving, despite all reason, a team that elicits a response of laughter and “WHY!?” from anyone outside of our circle. (If you have to ask, I could never explain it to you. And go get a soul you idiot Red Sox fan.)

So may 2010 bring many more Orioles friendships and reason for us to cheer everything in our lives outside of baseball, as well as the pleasures of our favorite past time, even if very few other people understand its appeal or our loyalty and devotion to a hobby that causes sometimes real and physical pain (and occasional alcoholism). Count on much more complaining emanating from this url, and occasional unrealistic and unwarranted enthusiasm. Virtual love and hugs to you and many thanks for your friendship and patience in reading this blog.

Happy, happy 2010!

We won! We won!!

We tried bloody hard not to, but somehow, we did, we won.

I was standing in the kitchen, staring despondently at the limp and dry eggplant that my husband delivered dutifully from the grill, realizing that I forgotten the pre-grill olive oil drizzle. As I was wondering how I might salvage it as an edible accompaniment to my homemade pasta, I heard a sound, most beautiful emanating from my living room, that of Jim Thorne excitedly saying, “Goodbye home run! Brian Roberts hits a grand slam!” The score was 5-1 and I felt uneasy by this new and unfamiliar feeling while watching an Orioles game…it was…it was…joy!

There are some who would think that having a four run lead in the sixth inning would be insurance enough to win the game, but those people are not Orioles fans. In the bottom of the sixth, just to be sure that any remaining Orioles fan felt the familiar feeling of dismay, Matusz made sure that Ben Zobrist hit a three-run homer. Okay, back on familiar turf.

Then things got really confusing. In the top of the 7th, Reimhold inexplicably homered with two men on base, making the score 8-4 Orioles. How were we going to get out of this situation? We had five runs yet to surrender and only two more innings in which to do it. Another Orioles sticky wicket!

But worry not. We have exceptional losing skills, finely honed over multiple decades. You see, the Orioles still employ Danys Baez, and he had no problem fulfilling the role of Orioles anti-hero. Despite his best efforts though, he only managed to surrender three of the five needed runs, leaving the Orioles with a one run lead going into the ninth. Johnson stepped up to the challenge relieving Baez, but in the end failed to surrender any more runs, going so far as to strike out Evan Longoria for the final out.

So there you have it. We won.

Fear not, dear reader. Tomorrow is a new day and I’m sure we can return to that old familiar feeling of losing to which we’ve become so accustomed.

Important Alert: Calendar Available

I skipped the game entirely last night. I had to attend a meeting with my Drinking Liberally friends and discuss politics and people’s foolishness whilst enjoying a brew. However, while I have no game news, I felt it important to share this very important information with you. The Orioles now have a pet calendar. They might not win, but they sure look good!!!

Enjoy!

Tampa: Game Post Mortem

Out of respect for your precious time, I’ll keep this post short. Last night we played Tampa. We were behind by 3. Weiters hit a homer. In the top of the 9th, we had a couple men on base and a good chance to tie the game. We didn’t.

In summary…we coulda won but we didn’t. Let’s not waste time analyzing why and what went wrong. There’s no point. It’s been done to death. Just eat a cookie and have some chocolate and a glass of Tankeray, official liquor of the Baltimore Orioles, and get on with your life.

No, I’m not despondent. Whatever gave you that impression?

No New Words

One day it occurred to me that someone outside of my loving mother and the kind but clearly masochistic Mindpinball might read this blog. It is on the Internet, after all. But, prior to that day, I figured that my Orioles focused ventings wouldn’t garner much of an audience (if you can call three readers “an audience”–yes, I realize I am being a little free and loose with the word). I wrote my posts for their cathartic effects, needing an outlet that was not my long-suffering husband who deserves better than to listen to my frustrations about a team and sport that will never capture his interest. When it became clear that Jim Palmer (I love you Jim!) turns to this very blog for its deep insight and wisdom, I turned over a new leaf. Since that day, never wanting to offend anyone, I have tried to post somewhat kinder, if less honest, opinions about each game (except about Red Sox fans, who I really, really hate). Usually, as you might have noticed, that has left me speechless.

If you saw yesterday’s game and the one before it, you might expect that this post is going to be about how utterly discouraging and depressing it is to be an Orioles fan these days. But, on the contrary, I feel more optimistic than ever. Yes, it’s true that we have some challenges with our pitching, but we’re working on that. Our fielding and batting are good and despite our recent crushing losses, the future looks bright.

Or maybe I’m just numb to it all and have lost all expectation of winning.

In other words, yes, we lost again and there isn’t really anything new to say about it. I’m just not that creative–because that sort of creativity is outside the realm of human capability. We’re close though. Really, really, close…

(Look at that! I managed to write an entire post without employing the word “chipper” in reference to an Orioles pitcher. I, too, along with our dear Orioles, am making wonderful progress.)

Izturis and Matusz

The Os are playing Detroit tonight and Matusz just made his major league and Oriole debut. It’s only the top of the 7th inning and still premature to post a cheerful review of the game. However, Matusz finished five innings, with five strike-outs (if my math is right), surrendering only one run. He retired the fifth inning with a strike-out that was met by a touching standing ovation from his family members who flew to Detroit to support him.

If you’re reading this, then you understand. You’ll forgive me that though this is only one game, I can’t suppress a small little voice cheering “Woooohooo!” So many promises, so many disappointments, so many chilling Stanhouse flashbacks, so many injuries…Could he? Could he be the real thing?

In addition to Matusz nice debut, Isturis will easily be the player of the game. Stellar fielding, homer, two hits…

In no time, over enthusiastic people will be making World Series predictions about this team. Maybe even tomorrow night at an Orioles meetup in Charlotte.

Times When A Plane Crash is Warranted

Yesterday, if any day ever was one, was one of them. Anything to interrupt the game and end the misery. I appreciate the diplomatic title of the article, “Pitching a Problem.” How delicately understated.

I appreciate that the Os never give up though. We may not have pitching, but we have determination. We must have patience. Soon…soon, the AL East will be ours.

Humpf! Some days I’m convinced “soon” is used in a biblical sense, kind of like how “day” equates metaphorically to “millions of years,” the word loosely describes an indefinite amount of time exceeding many human life spans.

Story Corps

I am back now from three weeks completely cutoff from watching baseball. Many thanks to my friend Mindpinball who kept me updated on the Os progress via Facebook. At least I wasn’t missing much. Since my return, I’ve only seen one game due to a burned out DVR, but it happened to be the one when we came from behind to beat KC. Traveling is nice, but I love sitting on the sofa watching the Os too. I love even better being there in person and am still relishing my days at Camden Yards last month. Now that I have regular Internet access again (my husband insisted I sight-see instead of websurfing - the tyrant!), I look forward to catching up with all of your blogs.

In case you didn’t hear this on Morning Edition this morning, I wanted to share yet one more reason to love Brooks Robinson. Enjoy!

Our Hero

Pictures

Here, finally, are more pictures than you would ever care to look at (412 to be exact). Included are pictures of the injuries of Pie and Jones. Enjoy!

Steeling myself for another game…

Dear readers, today I am facing another difficult challenge. I am forced to attend the Orioles game tonight. Of course, I would much prefer to spend time with my family and maybe listen to the game on the radio (which is an option here - just like the good old days), while my mother, God love her, talks incessantly over the announcers so that I can’t catch even a partial inning. As part of my mission to perform random acts of kindness however, I am obligated to spend the evening in Camden Yards so that there is one less seat occupied by the tuckus of a Red Sox fan. Usually I deny it, but in this case, I’ll admit that I am kind of a hero in my self-sacrificing nature.

Sigh.

But what is a gal going to do? I guess she can make sure she has the zoom lens and beer money.