The city of Baltimore and the state of Maryland have an ongoing love affair with the football Ravens, and rightly so.
We have seen the Hall of Fame players, the future Hall of Famers, and some very dedicated organizational personnel represent the purple and black. The pride runs deep, from 80-year-old seniors to their pre-teen grandkids. There is an obvious buzz in the air the days following a victory, such as the nail-biter the Ravens just won over the Brady Bunch Patriots. We shed some tears and admired the fierce loyalty of Torrey Smith who bravely chose to play hours after learning of his younger brother's death ("Winning tribute," Sept. 24).
I have a plea to Ravens Nation. I am asking the maniacally-fervent Ravens fans help out the "other birds" in town, the once-hapless Baltimore Orioles. Under the tutelage of Buck Showalter, the Orioles now possess the intangibles they've been missing for years — fearlessness and confidence. What an absolute treat it is to see how this group of young men has responded to their manager. It's just the panacea this region needed, meaningful baseball being played in Baltimore in late September (not to mention the amazing Nationals just down the road).
The organization has purged the Belles, the Sosas and the Bedards, and the other self-absorbed cancerous players who have traipsed through town. The team locker room chemistry is supposedly great, and they are now playing baseball well worth the price of admission.
I ask the passionate Ravens fans to search the back of your closets and grab that black and orange shirt or jersey that you have not donned in years. Nothing would be cooler than to see droves of Ravens fans vocally supporting the other bird in our back yard as they look to advance to post-season play. These Orioles are for real. Drop your long-standing gripes against the team (or owner). To me, it's obvious these Baltimore Orioles have earned, and deserve, our support.
Patrick R. Lynch, NottinghamCopyright © 2015, The Baltimore Sun