Sunday, July 12, 2026

Camden Yards Redux. Hot l Baltimore?

  Another day, another sporting event or concert. It seems like we have been on the go with baseball games in the past two months—this was game number 5. And for the second time in under two months, I was back at Oriole Park at Camden Yards. 


The reason behind this trip was easy: my daughter wanted a road trip away from Springfield and the NY Metro area and my wife needed two MLB team stadiums to complete her odyssey like I recently did mine. Those two were Baltimore and Wrigley Field, the home of the Chicago Cubs. 


We were originally going to go two weeks ago to see the Washington-Baltimore which has been dubbed “The Beltway Series,” but the weather scuttled the idea. Then the Orioles came up with a great promotion for July in line with the 250th anniversary of the country: upper deck seats for  $17.76. That got my attention—I figured that even if the weather wouldn’t cooperate, spending $53 would be a loss I could suffer if there was a rain out.


I have to say this—the National Weather Service office which covers Baltimore must be severely understaffed or lacking experienced people. During the course of four days, the weather forecast seemed to change more times than a dreidel spins. Rain; heavy thunderstorms; cloudy; sunny and hot. It ran the gamut. 


There wasn’t a glaring sun when we drove down, which made my four hour drive with traffic and construction just a little easier. Luckily, the weather was nearly perfect—84 degrees at game time. The sun shone on the seats on the first base side at the time of the first pitch and even when the sun was receding, it was still reflected in the windows of some of the nearby skyscrapers. 


This was good because just south of Baltimore, the New York Yankees and Washington Nationals were set to open a three game set when the game was delayed due to storms in the DC area. Baltimore dodged a weather bullet and in fact, so did we. More on that later. 


Normally, in my prior trips to Baltimore, we found parking near the stadium or the adjacent M&T Stadium, the home of the NFL Ravens. However, the website wasn’t cooperating when we tried to purchase parking in advance and the lot that Fan X and I had found in May when last there was only open to permit parking. 


We ended up parking in a very tiny lot just across from the Horseshoe Casino and near a Top Golf facility. It was nearly a mile schlep to the Eutaw Street entrance to the stadium, which crossed four active railroad tracks; it reminded me of crossing an active runway in Gibraltar when we visited there. 


The Orioles hosted the Kansas City Royals. Both the Orioles and Royals were in last place in their respective divisions. Even for a mid-July Friday night, you would think that this non-attraction wouldn’t get anybody’s attention. 


Perhaps it was the floppy hat giveaway that did it, for an announced crowd of 26,997 showed up. There were large groups scattered around the stadium. A good number of smaller ones, too. 


Our section wasn’t filled, but it was well-populated. That sale price for tickets might have had something to do with the attendance, too. 


While we were in the seventeenth row, we sat with an almost perfect view of the first base line to the wall. I could see home plate easily and I was readily able to discern strikes from balls. 

Going to Baltimore as much as I have, there are idiosyncrasies which one expects. For instance, during the National Anthem, when the word “O” comes up later in the song, the crowd yells the letter, symbolic of the nickname for their beloved team. And when the seventh inning stretch arrives, after “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” is done, the place becomes electric with John Denver’s legendary hit “Country Roads.” A staple in Baltimore baseball lore. 


Baltimore is a solid baseball town. The fans love their team. Nary a person wasn’t wearing something that was either part of a giveaway or that they had purchased with the Orioles insignia or name upon it. Either that is great marketing or it is tradition passed down by families since the team arrived from St. Louis over 70 years ago and established roots in the community. 


It is a beautiful, well-kept ballpark. It does not look old. The playing area is immaculate. In every sense, the stadium is big league. And that immense B&O Railroad warehouse looming behind the right field fence is so much a part of the scenery; it even has light stanchions affixed to its roof to include the building within the park. 


I have come to expect the Crab Shuffle dance and video game—the latter sponsored by Old Bay Seasoning, a Maryland delicacy. Just as people were wearing mustard, ketchup and relish t shirts emblematic of the race that three hot dog costumed individuals have around the right field bend. (Mustard was the winner this night)


I knew where to look for pitch speed, pitch count and accurate game information. I could track the actual time of day from the old-style clock mounted atop the giant scoreboard. Going to an Orioles game is part entertainment, part tradition and oh, yeah, some baseball is played there, too. 


About the game itself—it lasted a very comfortable 2 hours and 18 minutes. Each team hit two home runs. For a 5-3 final score in favor of the home team, there was enough action not to drag out the contest nor did it result in any boring stretches. Although this was a matchup of cellar dwellers you would never have known that from the intensity of the action on the field. 


When I last saw Kansas City play in June of 2024, the team played Seattle at Royals Stadium. A younger Daniel Lynch IV started the game for KC and was bombed by the Mariners, surrendering seven runs in the top of the first inning. We thought that was going to be a blowout. Especially when the M’s tacked on a run in the fourth inning against the lefty to go up 8-0. The Royals pitching held Seattle to one more run before mounting a comeback in the last six innings to walk off with an incredible 10-9 victory. 


Lynch was one of only three KC players who played in that game against Seattle who were on the field this past Friday versus Baltimore. He fared much better—pitching one inning, throwing 11 pitches, 7 of them for strikes in a scoreless seventh inning. 


Bobby Witt, Jr., a hero in the game in 2024, went 1-4 with 2 strikeouts. Witt didn’t look too much like the starting American League shortstop in Tuesday’s All Star Game in Philadelphia. 


Salvatore Perez caught the game in 2024; he was at first base for this game. He did also go 1-4 but looked older and is  carrying a .209 batting average, way below his lifetime .262 mark that goes with 314 career home runs. 

Perez remains in the conversation for enshrinement in the Baseball Hall of Fame when his playing days are over. He has lower end numbers for a catcher but still has won a World Series, an AL M.V.P. and is a 9 time All Star. 


Curiously, the Royals had another player on the field who participated in that 2024 game as a Seattle Mariner. Josh Rojas pinch hit and played third base for Seattle and went 0 for 2. At third for KC, he went 2-4 with an RBI. 


The amount of roster turnover for Kansas City in two years is shocking and may explain, in part, why the Royals are in last place and are tied with the LA Angels for the worst record in baseball. Yes, three position players and a number of pitchers are on the injured list. Perez is having a down year as he ages. They simply aren’t a good team even with top flight first baseman Jac Caglianone, the sixth pick in the 2024 draft and a collegiate star at the University of Florida as well as a clutch hitter on the Italy national baseball team which finished fourth in the recent World Baseball Classic. Caglianone clubbed a homer on Friday night.


Contrastingly, the Orioles should be better than their 45-51 record. Brandon Young, who has a 7-2 record and a 3.42 E.R.A., pitched into the eighth inning before being lifted after giving up a game-tying home run blast to center field by KC center fielder Isaac Collins. Young was also the pitcher when I saw the Orioles defeat Toronto 6-5 on May 30th via a walk off hit; Young pitched 6.2 innings that day, giving up two runs. 


On May 30th, Baltimore improved its record to 27-32. So the team has been playing .500 ball since then. The lineup was nearly the same, changed with Colton Cowser starting in center field on Friday night; he pinch hit and remained in right field in May. 


Blaze Alexander was in at third base instead of Colby Mayo; the third year player went 2 for 4 with a RBI and fielded adroitly. His average is the only one over .300 at .306. All Star catcher Adley Rutschmann is at .257, which is where a number of players are. 


It is the shortstop-second base duo of Gunner Henderson and Jackson Holliday, two of the rising stars on this Orioles team, who are not hitting well. Both have averages hovering at or below .220. 


So it took an eighth inning, two run homer by DH Sam Basallo, which hooked just inside the right field foul pole to give the Orioles the lead. Baltimore relief pitching finished the job, with Andrew Kittredge earning the save. 


The fans went home happy, carrying their reversible floppy hats given to them upon entry. We trudged our way back to our parking spot and reversed our trip down the Baltimore-Washington Parkway to the Homewood Suites near the Baltimore-Washington International Airport. 


My goal was not to repeat the mistakes of the past when Fan X and I first started coming to Orioles games on Saturday nights. The drive back, even without traffic and before MLB implemented rules to speed up the games, would get us back to Springfield no earlier than 1:00 am and would destroy us for Sunday (and into Monday). 


Thus we expected to stay over and have a ride back on Saturday morning after a decent night’s sleep. I even met with my college roommate for a while before we went to the game. 


When we first went to our room on the fourth floor, the hallway was unusually hot. I took note of that but noticed that while our room was warm, our daughter’s seemed to be cooling off. 


When we parked, I noted that a whole row of rooms had window box air conditioners, something I had never seen at a Homewood Suites. I found that odd. 


Upon re-entering our room, the temperature was 75 degrees. Turning the thermostat down to 62 degrees didn’t work. The temperature actually went up. Our daughter encountered the same thing. We weren’t going to sleep well overnight. 


The front desk gave us no comfort. The place was booked solid and they could not pinpoint the problem nor was there anybody present to fix it. The front desk staff didn’t try to send us elsewhere. The fact that our daughter has Diamond Elite status with Hilton was of no matter.


We did what we didn’t want to do. We repacked our SUV, filled it up and our daughter drove us home in just under three hours. She will talk to her Hilton rep on Monday. It’s not going to be pretty. 


Instead of sweltering, we slept in on Saturday in our own beds. We tracked the Yankees-Nationals game on the phone—NYY came from behind to defeat Washington 5-3 in a game which ended just as we left Delaware; NYY came back on Saturday with late inning lightning to once more down the Nats, this time by a 4-2 score. Which we watched in our air conditioned home on a day we also averted showers had we driven back on that Saturday. 


Maybe the horrible losing is over and Yankees fans can exhale for a team which is 53-42 and played division leader Tampa Bay to a standstill earlier in the week. Maybe. 


I think we are all still a bit tired from the ordeal. My 75 year old body does not react well to this kind of stress anymore. 


Despite the back end issues with the hotel provoking a late night drive back to New Jersey, going to Camden Yards was a fun experience for us all. My wife and daughter still rave about the game and stadium. Orioles Park richly deserved its #6 ranking and isn’t about to topple the current Yankee Stadium and take over the #5 spot—at least in my ratings. 


Now that Camden Yards is over, Wrigley Field is in our sights in the not-too-distant future to complete my wife’s ballpark adventures. Here’s hoping that the trip to and from Chicago won’t be as excruciating. It certainly won’t be done in under 15 hours.


Meanwhile, someone get Randy Newman’s lyrics to his 1977 hit “Baltimore” out of my head. Please. 


Camden Yards redux. Hot l Baltimore?

Monday, July 6, 2026

How Was Your July 4th Weekend?

  How was your July 4th weekend? 


If you live in the Northeast, it was steamy and hot. Really hot. Frank Isola, the sports writer-turned Sirius XM personality and fill in host on Pardon The interruption observed that Washington, D.C. was like Las Vegas. I have been in Las Vegas numerous times on or around July 4th with my family on my father’s cross-country car trips. It’s unrelenting heat there and even going into a pool provides little relief. Which is why the air conditioning in the casinos had to be top notch for the customers to flee into and lose their money. 


So you get the picture. Venturing out to run errands or work in the yard  this past week was either unpleasant or just forgotten until necessary. 


We endured thunderstorms which brought widespread, localized damage throughout the area. NJ Transit, which has an abysmal record to begin with, had three branches suspended due to the weather impacting its tracks plus the heat overwhelmed a train near Metuchen, New Jersey. Many people suffered power outages throughout New Jersey, including in our town of Springfield. We were lucky—my portable generator won’t start and I think it is a battery issue, which I have experienced twice before in the five years I have had it; I have to make a decision if it is worthwhile to keep the machine or bite the bullet and go with a fixed model. What good is a generator if you cannot rely on it at the most critical times? Besides, at age 75 plus with troublesome joints, getting on the ground to start it isn’t fun. 


Yes, the weekend was festive. Towns celebrated in its own way. New York City was one of the epicenters for the 250th birthday of the nation, with sailboats galore in New York Harbor and on the twin rivers of Manhattan. Macy’s held its annual fireworks extravaganza, which began a little earlier due to the threat of bad weather. 


A rite of July 4th happens yearly in a place sacred to me—Coney Island. Seared into my childhood memories are trips to visit my grandfather who resided in the Sea Gate section of the island—a gated community which you either had a pass or your name was left with the guard at the booth to access entry. 


At one time, Sea Gate was one of the most exclusive sections of Brooklyn, which, in turn, was once the fourth largest city in population in the United States. Brooklyn previously had a major league baseball team; now it is home for NBA and WNBA teams. 


The trips from Edison and then Highland Park in Middlesex County before the completion of the Verrazano Narrows Bridge (home to the first major portion of the annual New York Marathon in November, as it traverses the five boroughs to its conclusion in Central Park) was always arduous. 


We went through back roads in Woodbridge to reach the Outerbridge Crossing over the Arthur Kill to enter Staten Island. Where we made our way through the winding and hilly streets of the borough until we reached the ferry slip which would take us across the water to Brooklyn and the Belt Parkway, a scenic drive along the shoreline until we reached our exit. To a young boy, feeling the sea breeze on the ferry packed with autos was exhilarating and exciting. 


In addition to seeing my grandfather, there was a hidden joy on those trips. Almost always, my father would stop at an iconic locale before we made our way back to New Jersey. That place was Nathan’s. 


Two hot dogs with mustard and sauerkraut and those delicious crinkle cut fries with pieces of skin left on them were as delectable a treat as my young palate could want. I still salivate now over the thought. Pavlovian, I guess. 

Contrast that to the spectacle of Joey Chestnut devouring 66 of those five ounce treats (minus the mustard and sauerkraut) to win his 18th championship. It’s madness. 


It’s also marketing genius. And who would have thought that competitive eating is a sport? My idea of competitive eating was to eat my food at my Highland Park home before any of the carnivores in my family would swoop in and inhale what was available on any plate. 


My tastebuds went in a different direction this weekend. On Friday morning, we had a normal breakfast. Lunch was leftover white chili, which was chicken and cannellini bean-based, with a sauce made from greek yogurt and cream cheese. Dinner was a baked spaghetti dish, using ground turkey. Non-traditional fare for July 4th. 


On the actual holiday, breakfast was a berry smoothie and a hard-boiled egg. Lunch was leftover baked spaghetti. Then for dinner, BBQ chicken marinated in a garlic, lemon-lime, mustard and olive oil mixture overnight. Combined with homemade Cole slaw and a penne pasta salad, it was outstanding. 


Sunday is nearly always oatmeal with fruit after food shopping. For lunch, we had more of Saturday’s meal. Then for dinner on the road, we went with a favorite—Lox ’n Loaded on a Multi-Grain Everything bagel from O’ Bagels in Sterling.  Yummy. 


On all three days we shared a peach crumb pie from Melick’s Town Farm in Oldwick. It is a 25 mile ride into Somerset County to the farm stand/store. But so worth it. 


We stumbled on Melick’s because our source for Thanksgiving apple cider in Livingston was sold to build condos on the property. Melick’s had a good reputation and they commercially sold the cider in Whole Foods, so we tried it. 


It also didn’t hurt that the market was 9 miles down the road from the exit my wife took when she taught in nearby Bernards Township. Easy in and easy out every Thanksgiving eve. 


In my own forays to the site, I noticed how, in addition to the great produce they had—fresh peaches, plums and of course, apples and corn—their pies were fast sellers. So we tried a Very Berry pie last year and it was a hit. 


Thus with this being a birthday bash for our nation, it seemed logical to get a pie—apple was on my mind (“as American as apple pie”). Melick’s would be the place. Except that the peach crumb looked extra special. Thus we compromised—the drinkers bought a bottle of apple wine and the dessert hounds shared a peachy keen and tasty delight.  


Now the Fourth of July means fireworks. The local show, very visible from my driveway, began a tad early due to the upcoming storms. Adjoining Millburn did the same, as did Macy’s start their performance ahead of the rain. 


I have seen the Highland Park pyrotechnics; more from our hilltop apartment in West Orange. In 1982, an unknown postponed display was on the horizon at Long Beach Island as was Atlantic City’s. In 1971 I witnessed the Nation’s Capital show from a party in Arlington, Virginia. I’ve been to Disneyland on July 4th; Monroeville, Pennsylvania; and seen the streamers disappear into the fog in San Francisco, making the clouds look like they contained colored lightning. But never Macy’s—no interest in spending hours in the heat for the show. 

Before I knew it, the birthday celebrations were over. We finished watching Season 5, Episode 3 of The Bear. The show has been majorly disappointing in its last hurrah. We are reading a wonderful book about three movie moguls: Francis Ford Coppola; George Lucas; and Steven Spielberg—you may have watched a movie or two from their creative minds. 


Mostly, because of the heat, we have remained indoors in the relative comfort of our air-conditioning and ceiling fans. July 1st was my regularly scheduled time to change the filter, so it was fresher air the unit was taking in. 


That left me with New York Yankees baseball to watch. I haven’t checked out Wimbledon yet. And I made one visit to the World Cup on FOX, which I will discuss later.  


The Yankees are playing horrible baseball. The hitting remains in the toilet, although it was a slight bit better when Minnesota showed up in the Bronx. The fielding and pitching hadn’t been much, either. 


At least, in the midst of a rain delay, ace pitcher Gerrit Cole defied the odds, shooed his manager Aaron Boone away and showed why, even as he still recovers his form from Tommy John surgery, he could easily be in the conversation for Cooperstown when he retires. Cole’s pitching, before and after the rain, along with just enough power hitting, ended the onerous seven game losing streak which had Yankees fans apoplectic. 


However, the injury list grew even more with key starting pitcher Carlos Rondon, who joined the rotation in May after recovering from his own surgery, has inflammation in his elbow which placed him on the IL. On Saturday an untested  rookie came up from Triple AAA to replace Rodon and was shelled, surrendering four homers to the Twins in three-plus innings. The NYY bats awoke for a moment, but when key opportunities to tie or even take the lead emerged, they failed as they have done time and time again during the tailspin. 


The team is in a regression which glaringly showed how much superstar outfielder Aaron Judge’s absence truly means. Every member of the starting rotation has missed a start for some reason this year. Some relievers, like Camilo Doval, have been flat out bad—I know his stuff is electric but what good is it if he cannot retire batters with such an awesome arsenal? Getting back Trent Grisham to man center field and provide some needed offense may help, but he’s no Judge. 


Another low hit, non-offensive showing against the Twins on Sunday, a team the Yankees have historically beat up on, did nothing to stem the bleeding. Now the Yankees head to red-hot Tampa Bay for a critical show down before ending the first part of the season in Washington against a hungry, young team. This is not where they want to be. Let alone where the team should be. 


Moreovoer, when will Giancarlo Stanton’s balky calf heal enough to return him to play? Will Rodon and Max Fried quickly begin winning when they return to the rotation? Will underperforming Jazz Chisholm’s toe disable him? Is Clarke Schmidt’s eventual season debut going to go well and where will they need him? Has rookie sensation and first-time American League All Star Cam Schlittler hit a wall and the MLB hitters are catching up to him? Will Judge’s rib cage heal enough to make him productive during the stretch run? Has Ben Rice, another first time All Star, peaked in his performance? Is All Star Cody Bellinger going to come out of his horrible slump and play like expected? Can GM Brian Cashman find catching help to upgrade the offensive woes at that position? Or might the GM trade for bullpen help? 


Too many questions to sort out. Which means plenty of angst for the very impatient Yankees fans from now until the season is complete—however it ends. Unfortunately, this uncomfortableness includes me. 


I did mention the World Cup. I was intrigued by little Cape Verde being tied with #1 Argentina at the end of full time. I decided to check out the telecast. The teams traded goals in spirited action until Argentina’s superiority asserted itself and the defending champs and Lionel Messi moved on. It was fun to root for the little underdog and the huge potential upset. 


The United States remains alive and mercifully, FIFA, the governing organization for the World Cup, suspended the red card given to top striker Folarin Balogun after a phone call from President Trump, allowing him to play against Belgium. Could his presence be enough to propel the home team into the quarterfinals? 


France, Spain, Argentina and England remained the favorites as the Round of 16 concluded. The surprise team to have emerged to the next round is Morocco. 


Our weekend concluded with a trip to the PNC Arts Center in Holmdel for a bucket list concert by the 60’s-70’s group, The Guess Who. As an opening act, guitarist Don Felder reprised his times with The Eagles before the acrimonious split. He sang a spirited rendition of “Hotel California,” which he composed. 


From Winnipeg, Manitoba (where I have been), the most recognizable members of The Guess Who remain Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings. The song “American Woman” hit the top of the charts in both the US and Canada in 1970. Other notable hits were “These Eyes;” “No Time;” “Laughing;” and “Share the Land.” Additionally, Bachman and The Guess Who sang hits from “that other group” as Cummings referred to Bachman-Turner-Overdrive. 


While the group officially disbanded in 1975, there were some reunions and then an unauthorized group performed under The Guess Who name. Bachman and Cummings won a lengthy court battle for the N-I-L and recently started the US portion of the current tour. 


We had some technical glitches to deal with. For at least two different times, Verizon Internet went down. Including Sunday morning, which led to some nervousness before I was safely able to download the mobile tickets and parking to my Apple Wallet, lest we would not even get into the parking lot @ PNC. 


Traffic was mercifully light in both directions and while it rained on the return trip, it didn’t dampen our good time rocking and remembering. What was amazing was how continuously these men in their 70’s and 80’s could play at such a difficult and accomplished level. 


Finally, once home, I watched the conclusion of England defeating the Mexican team in Estadio Azteca, to the disappointment of the home crowd. The English side now draws Norway, a surprise winner over Brazil. In Miami. 


What we are left with this upcoming week are more Yankees hiccups. Seeing how Shohei Ohtani’s sore biceps affects him going forward while the Dodgers continue to roll. The MLB All-Star Game cannot happen soon enough. And more World Cup action.


Plus, where will LeBron James end up now that his agent Rich Paul provided a ten team white board of suitors? Bet cautiously if you must on this outcome. 


How was your July 4th weekend?