Years ending in “8” for the Baltimore Orioles tend not to go all that well. Their aftershocks have fared better. In 1968,...
It was a 30-minute swim, but when it was over, there were ripples throughout the Baltimore baseball community. My wife, Barb, got...
My love affair with the Orioles started before I can remember. My father, who was a huge baseball fan before he moved...
Dr. Jon Simon was in his office late on a summer afternoon. He was there to discuss what an MRI revealed about...
Dear Manny, In a perfect world, we would look up at the stands in left field one day at Camden Yards, and...
Back when he was working for the Palm Beach Post, Rob Hiaasen would tell co-worker Frank Cerabino that they should go out...
I moved from New York to Timonium in 1965, not knowing much about the area. I was told there wasn’t much snow,...
Forty-five years ago this month, I attended my first Orioles game. It was a momentous occasion for any lifelong O’s fan, but...
My dad was meticulous about the work he did. There were no shortcuts. He might have invented measure twice cut once except...
I have been a baseball fan since the late 1950s, attending countless Orioles games at Memorial Stadium and Camden Yards. Over the years,...