feelings as much as it a chance for the fans to have a united voice to speak their peace. And we ARE expecting this to be a peaceful, joyous, family-friendly protest.
The thousands of people who will come are coming because they LOVE the Orioles, not because they hate the team. And the idea is to HELP Adam Loewen and Nick Markakis and Brian Roberts, not to belittle them.
As it stands, the Orioles only have once chance of being any good — several young arms and young bats coming up through the system and performing like the second-coming of Jim Palmer and Brooks Robinson.
The team must breed several phenoms to even think about approaching the largess that the Red Sox and Yankees have with their now-insurmountable financial means.
The only way they could catch both the Yankees and the Red Sox now is if those teams begin using Angelos’ philosophies on running a baseball team over the past decade.
Stranger things have happened, right, especially when you consider Steinbrenner’s lurid history?
And I don’t want to paint it ALL as bad times. There have been some fun events during my years at Camden Yards as a media member and a diehard Orioles’ fan.
There was the 1992 Media Game, when broadcast took on print. I can’t imagine any circumstance where the Orioles would actually invite the media to do something fun and convivial now, but it did happen only once that I’m aware of and Eli Jacobs owned the team then. Peter Schmuck struck me out when umpire Frank Robinson (who umped from behind the mound) rang me up on a low, outside pitch that I thought was “Ball Four!”
As most of you know, I love coaches and managers. My conversations with Johnny Oates, Phil Regan, Sam Perlozzo, Mike Hargrove and other “spiritual leaders” of the Orioles will always be held dear to me.
There were plenty of ultra-good guys on the team over the years: Jack Voigt, Ben McDonald (most of the 1992 and 1993 teams, actually), Alan Mills, Gary Matthews Jr., Tim Hulett, Jerry Hairston, Larry Bigbie, Mike Timlin, Gregg Zaun, Jeff Manto, Ray Miller, Brad Pennington, Chris Hoiles, Sam Perlozzo and, of course, the best of them all: Elrod Hendricks.
I could write an entire book on Elrod and the kind of man he was and what he stood for and what he wanted the Orioles to stand for. And the legend of having no teammates show up for his funeral