Opening Day is almost here. Every team gets a fresh start. No dream is outlandish. The O’s could — could — make it to the World Series!
Whatever the final standings, I’m going to enjoy the season because I love the game and appreciate more and more its timeless rituals.
I’ve been a fan since I was 10 years old, nearly 75 years ago. Even when I was younger — a mere pre-fan — my father took me to ballgames. When we got home he would complain to my mother that “all he cares about is the hot dog man.”
That changed, however, in the marvelous adventure that was 1944. After old Oriole Park burned down on July 4, the Orioles played their remaining home games at the awkwardly...