As the sun sets on the last days of summer and the kids begin to pack their backpacks with newly sharpened pencils and heavy textbooks, the all too familiar complaints of not wanting to go back to school surface.
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More and more, when it comes to holiday gifts, Americans are asking for experiences, rather than things.
Baseball season is over in Baltimore and Washington, but the two Beltway areas will be filled with diamond-centered chatter for weeks to come as each team reshuffles after a disappointing season. At least for this week, heads are turned toward DC as the Nationals look to make a manager change. Once again, rumors are circulating that the all-time Orioles iron man is in the running.
As kids, my brother and I spent hours on the bottom bunk of his bed, trading autographed Orioles headshots. The collection we had amassed (Eddie Murray, Rick Dempsey, Scotty McGregor, Ken Singleton) fanned out across his red bedspread, a tribute to our hometown heroes. Our love of the Birds was fueled by our dad who not only helped add to our collection but took us to countless games at Memorial Stadium, just blocks from our house. Even though we complained about the walk to the stadium, the excitement of chasing the Oriole Bird and scanning the field for our favorite players soon dispelled our grumblings.
Thanks to hours logged watching the Royals, my dad’s Roland Park Little League team, I learned to keep the scorebook. Soon, I became a student at the Orioles games, tracking at-bats and stats on the blank pages of his score book. Before the All-Star break, I scoured the ground around our upper deck seats for the punch out All-Star ballots, popping holes next to my favorite players.
I was nine when the Orioles took the World Series from their I-95 rivals in Philadelphia. Like so many of my peers, this was a monumental moment in both my childhood and the history of my hometown. My own excitement was fueled by the love of the game instilled in me by my dad. As a parent now, I recognize that same urge to perpetuate the same joys of my childhood into my own children. Trips to Camden Yards are highlighted by Oriole Bird sightings, renditions of “Thank God I’m a Country Boy,” and, of course, loud cheers for our beloved players.
It was 17 years ago last night that Baltimore Oriole, Cal Ripken, broke the all-time games played record that had stood for more 56 years and was considered unbreakable. It was a magical night.
Two story contemporary in brick and wood, 5,500 square feet, built in 1989. Four bedrooms, 3.5 baths, with heated swimming pool, deck and Jacuzzi. Remote controlled gate, smart home technology w/central sound, security system and generator. 3.06 private and deer-fenced wooded acres adjoining Oregon Ridge Park: $975,000