Then the season started and the O's were winning and, like Fox Mulder, I wanted to believe. The Orioles have flirted with relevance before, though, and when it came time to seal the deal, they gave mediocrity a peck on the cheek, thanked it for dinner, then scurried back into their shack built of failure. But it really was starting to feel different. On Friday, May 25, the Orioles advanced to 29-17, were all alone in first place, and set a team record for walk-up attendance: near 11,000 fans headed down to the Yard without tickets because they were beginning to believe. One day later, management put a cherry on top of the Hope Sunday when they parked a truck full of cash in front of Adam Jones' house and, in a most un-Angelosian move, signed the 27-year-old center fielder to a 6-year deal.