Drew’s Morning Dish — Mon., July 29

July 29, 2013 | Drew Forrester

Well, that wasn’t such a great weekend at Camden Yards.

For the Orioles.

For the press box phone in the visitor’s dugout.

For Chris Davis.

None of them had a good weekend.

Actually, the Birds did manage one win in the series, that coming on Friday night when Chris Tillman officially entered the discussion of – I can’t believe I’m saying this – becoming a Cy Young Award candidate with a sparking 2-hit effort to move to 13-3 on the year.

But, that was the only highlight of the weekend.

There was that 7-3 thrashing on Saturday night that included David Ortiz going bonkers after the home plate umpire embarrassed him (first) by clearly playing the “don’t-show-me-up-game” by calling strike one on an obvious ball four when Ortiz started to unsnap his elbow guard and walk to first base as Jairo Asencio went into his wind-up.

All hell broke loose a minute or so later when Big Papi attacked the press box phone in the dugout.  It made front page news.  His tirade was the lead story on the MASN post-game show.  ESPN showed it over and over and over.

Oddly enough, no one took issue with the home plate umpire, Tim Timmons, who stepped outside of his boundary in the first place by calling a strike on a pitch that was clearly a ball just because Ortiz acted like a goof and started to walk to first base before the ball hit the catcher’s mitt.

These umpires in Major League Baseball crack me up.

They’re completely unapproachable.


Nothing they do is wrong.

Reminds me of our government.


Anyone else think Chris Davis should try corking his bat?

I mean, seriously, what on earth has happened to that dude over the last ten games?

That said, he’s bound to get hot when the Astros come to town this week.  He’ll probably hit five homers in three games and continue his assault on the 62-home run mark.


The Orioles now have L.J. Hoes on their team, which means the Birds know what it’s like to be in the Steelers Fan Club.

They have Hoes, too.


If you have a free hour or two tonight, come on out and see me at Padonia Station in Cockeysville from 8-9 pm, as I’m part of a huge Calvert Hall crew involved in a “guest bartending” event.  They have beer there, and wine, plus Keno.  All of those sound good to me.

I’ll be behind the bar from 8-9 pm.  Come on out and say “hey”.


I don’t want to be accused of being anti-soccer, again, so I’ll use this space to tell you the U.S. won the Gold Cup on Sunday by defeating Panama, 1-0.

Honestly, I didn’t watch one second of the game, so I can’t pass along any expert analysis.


No pun intended, but the Dennis Pitta injury could be crippling to the Ravens’ offense.

I get the whole “next man up” thing, but the next man up has to be good.

In this case, I’m not sure how they’re going to find anyone as productive as Pitta.  Injuries happen, of course, but there aren’t many offensive players more valuable to Joe Flacco than Pitta.

By the way, Pitta’s one hell of a nice guy.

That makes it worse.

To me, anyway.