Baseball Essays
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2.6K12May 23, 2020 at 7:00 amCalling the Pen: One fan’s Top 10 Oriole memories
While there may not have been many memorable moments over the past few seasons for Orioles fans, there certainly have been many...
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2.5K13May 16, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: Thanks for the memories, and a wish for more
I can’t write. I know I can’t write. But my wife and son keep telling me that I should, and we all...
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2.4K1May 9, 2020 at 7:00 amCalling the Pen: Baseball’s a friend that never leaves you
On the ninth day of the fifth month of the year, we still wait. Call it the longest rain delay ever. That’s...
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2.6K20May 2, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: There’s no crying in baseball, but it’s OK to miss it
There was something about the last game of a baseball season that troubled me. One-hundred-and-sixty-one games had been played, but number 162...
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2.5K4April 25, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: An Oriole fan still waiting to see his first World Series
I was born in 1983 at Union Memorial Hospital, just down 33rd Street from Memorial Stadium. Bittersweet, born an Oriole fan and...
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2.9K4April 18, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: A fan’s thank you to Mark Reynolds
I moved to Chicago in July 2010, a New York kid who grew up with the dynasty Yankees and loved every minute....
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2.5K12April 11, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: When it felt good to be the visiting team
The team we would be competing against played only home games. It seemed to give the players an advantage, but it was...
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3.0K20April 4, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: Enduring life, and death, one step at a time
When my sister Colleen turned 5, my mom wasn’t home for her birthday. She was in the hospital having our baby sister...
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3.7K10March 14, 2020 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: Mancini reminds us that we need each other
When I first started working part time at the Baltimore News American, I got a ride home one evening from a summer...
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3.5K13August 31, 2019 at 7:00 am
Calling the Pen: Too much home run derby
I loved playing home run derby as a kid. You needed only two players — the pitcher and the hitter. Anything not...