It was a 30-minute swim, but when it was over, there were ripples throughout the Baltimore baseball community. My wife, Barb, got in the water just before 4 on Tuesday afternoon to do laps while I sat near the pool on my laptop, checking for player movement as the non-waiver trade deadline...
My love affair with the Orioles started before I can remember. My father, who was a huge baseball fan before he moved to Baltimore in 1966, instilled his love of the game in me from birth. I arrived the day before the Orioles clinched their second World Series, against the Cincinnati Reds,...
Dr. Jon Simon was in his office late on a summer afternoon. He was there to discuss what an MRI revealed about a rotator cuff injury to a patient whose best pitching days were with a Wiffle Ball when the Orioles were winning four American League pennants and two World Series in...
Dear Manny, In a perfect world, we would look up at the stands in left field one day at Camden Yards, and there would be an orange number 13. We’d walk over to the statues beyond center field, and we’d see Cal, Earl, Frank, Eddie, Jim and Brooks. Then we’d see a...
Back when he was working for the Palm Beach Post, Rob Hiaasen would tell co-worker Frank Cerabino that they should go out for lunch. Cerabino knew what that meant. Hiaasen would drive to a park in West Palm Beach, open the trunk of the car and pull out two gloves and a...
I moved from New York to Timonium in 1965, not knowing much about the area. I was told there wasn’t much snow, then came the blizzard of 1966, when we got more than a foot. When we moved, we became Orioles and Colts fans instantly. They were our state’s teams. On one...
Forty-five years ago this month, I attended my first Orioles game. It was a momentous occasion for any lifelong O’s fan, but special for several other reasons, too. It was Father’s Day weekend and featured a near-historic pitching performance by Jim Palmer. An unfortunate error also occurred that cost me a game...
My dad was meticulous about the work he did. There were no shortcuts. He might have invented measure twice cut once except I recall he measured at least three times before he cut. There was nothing he couldn’t do, and nothing he didn’t do right, including repairing the rain spouts. Through the...
I have been a baseball fan since the late 1950s, attending countless Orioles games at Memorial Stadium and Camden Yards. Over the years, I have traveled to other cities and watched baseball games when the opportunity presented itself. However, I had never traveled to see the Orioles play on the road. That changed...
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I didn’t fully appreciate Brooks Robinson until a few months before everyone else did. That’s when the Hall of Fame third baseman amazed the baseball world by shutting down Cincinnati’s Big Red Machine in the 1970 World Series. For Brooks, it was a glove story. For me,...