It is officially last call at Connolly’s Bar.
In a few moments, we’ll be flicking off the fake lights in this fictional dive, locking the nonexistent doors and calling an end to a bar that never really existed.
But it thrived for nearly eight years thanks to so many of you who stopped by online to talk Baltimore sports, and discuss plenty of other things as well. You will be missed.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Although it’s somewhat embarrassing to write, I sort of envisioned myself as a current-day John Steadman, a Baltimore boy who was afforded the crazy opportunity to work at his hometown newspaper and then spent decades upon decades...