Our Orioles aren’t very good, but let’s not take Baltimore baseball for granted

August 11, 2011 | Peter Dilutis

I get it. I really do. That’s how we act as fans. We feel like we have a right to question, critique, criticize, and praise. And we do.

You know why? Because players, front office executives, coaches, and owners (yes, even owners) come and go. Buck Showalter isn’t going to be managing this team in five years. He just won’t be. MacPhail might be the commissioner for all we know. Peter Angelos might not be alive in five years.

But in five years, Baltimore, you’re still going to have your baseball team. We’re still going to have our Orioles.

When I’m 35 years old sitting in Drew Forrester’s seat (just kidding, Drew) hosting the Morning Reaction on 1570 WNST (while Nestor is kicking back on a beach listening on whatever cutting edge technology we have in 2025), I’m going to have the option of taking my kids to see a ballgame that night at Camden Yards.

And I’m probably going to take the O’s up on that offer. Because that’s what we do. That’s what we’ve all done throughout our lives as Baltimore sports fans. Again, it’s a way of life. My mom did it with her dad. I’ve done it with her. I’ll do it with my kids.

It’s not even a choice that I’m going to make. I’m not going to make a decision to take my kids to seen an O’s game. It’s not like a yes or no type of a deal. It just is. That’s what we do.

It is a part of who we are. Bottom-line (in my Ray Lewis voice).

My mom and Pop took me to see my first O’s game in 1996. My mom took me to my first Ravens game in 2005 (yes, I waited a while for that one). I still go with her every Sunday in section 530 and we root the Ravens on. Together.

And just like there are millions of Pops who were heartbroken when the Colts left, there are millions and millions of relatives, friends, lovers, and whoever else that are part of the Baltimore sports scene just like me and my mom and Pop are and were.

The Orioles are still a part of that. They’re still a part of us. Anyone who calls in and bashes the O’s might be upset at the team. They might be angry. But they still care.

We still care about the Orioles. We really do. By saying we don’t, we’re actually acknowledging that we do.

I’ve had a great time this week chatting with Glenn Clark about the O’s. And let’s face it, most of it has been negative.

But where was Glenn last Saturday night? He was at Camden Yards like a kid in a candy store getting his Brian Matusz bobblehead.

In four hours I’ll be standing in the Orioles locker-room waiting to hear the scoop on injuries, the White Sox, and whatever else the players feel like sharing today. And I’m not afraid to admit that when I pull up and see the warehouse and the Oriole Park at Camden Yards sign, deep down inside I’m going to feel that excitement. I’m going to feel just a little pinch of the same rush that I felt in 1996 when I walked into that beautiful stadium for the first time.

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