Best Weekend for the Orioles Since…?
On Sunday, I set aside time to hang out with some friends and watch the Orioles play the Yankees up in New York. In fact, I skipped the Baltimore Grand Prix so I could watch the game. I’m a Grand Prix supporter and had a blast at the race last year but it wasn’t a tough decision. The Orioles were playing a meaningful, playoff-race game against the Yankees in September. How could I miss that?
This is so strange. So surreal and surprising and satisfying. Having stuck with this team through 14 years of losing — six of which have included the existence of The Loss Column (right about now is our anniversary) — I find myself almost unable to process what’s going on. This team can’t possibly be one game out of first place on September 4…can it?
I’ve stopped waiting for the epic collapse. It could still happen but I see no evidence that it will. So now I’m in full-on “What next?” mode — no roadmap, no guidance, no precedent. This is all completely new.
Monday I was out at a restaurant while the O’s took on the Blue Jays and there was actual excitement in the room as the game played on TV. People weren’t just paying attention, the were reacting. Cheering the good, bemoaning the bad (though there wasn’t much of that), and talking amongst themselves about process and possibility.
I’ve been catching games here and there at restaurants and bars for years and it hasn’t been like that for as long as I can remember.
I don’t even really have a point to make here. I’m just stoked, and somewhat in awe of this team. Playoffs or not — hell, winning record or not — this has been an extraordinary year. Equal parts exciting and satisfying and truly something to remember.
Savor it, folks. Savor the hell out of it.