Baltimore's other sports temple, which, like Lincoln, "belongs to the ages" now, was Memorial Stadium, also known as "the world's largest outdoor insane asylum." This is where I discovered the Orioles—live! And in part, I have to tip my cap to Francis Scott Key for this trip to the big city. I was born and raised in Frederick during a time when the area was still considered rural. There was nothing unusual about tractors rolling through downtown's Patrick and Market Streets. Key was a fervent and active member of All Saints, the Frederick Episcopal parish I was brought up in. It was 1979 or '80, which would have made me five or six, when the church organized an athletic pilgrimage, if you will, to Memorial Stadium. To this day, I can't remember who the O's played, but a California team sticks in my mind. And I feel like my cousin and uncle on my mother's side, despite attending Calvary, a Methodist Church a block over, made the sojourn as well. Pay your ticket, get on board. It was mostly boys and their fathers, who huddled in the back of the rented yellow school bus occasionally fishing cans of Budweiser from coolers to pass time during the hour-long trek east along I-70.