Monday, June 20, 2005

Baltimore Orioles

One Friday night my wife and I went with a bunch of her co-workers to an Orioles game. They played the Kansas City Royals. Two of the Royals (DeJesus and Gotay) are former Blue Rocks that I recognized.

Our seats were in the Brooks Robinson Suite #73 on the club level. Only some of us got to be in the suite (chosen pretty much by lottery). Others got the cheap seats. We were going to be in the cheap seats, but my wife's boss got sick and gave us his tickets. We liked being able to see the game from indoors, hear our choice of commentary (radio or tv), and enjoy the free food.

We went to check out the store during the fourth inning. We were gone a while, but it turned out to be a long inning. In fact, it was the only inning in which either of the teams scored (KC 1, O's 3). We missed the only inning with the action!

And we've been thinking we were jinxes to baseball since the last few Blue Rocks games we tried to go got screwed up because of rain.
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