Dear Orioles,

We need to have a talk. For years I have been there for you. Years and years and years. I have stuck by in the good times and through tough times. I watched milestone moments happen with Cal, and embarrassing moments as of recently with steroid allegations, but Orioles, we're becoming a laughing-stock. I have tried to overlook it and pretend it wasn't happening. Gladly I would wear my O's hat with pride and when asked what team I was pulling for never did I hesitate to mention your name. But this weekend might have pushed just a little too far.

I had strong hopes for you this past weekend - especially with the amount of money I laid down to see you play at beautiful Camden Yards. Yes I know you were playing the Red Sox - suddenly every one's favorite team now that they won a World Series (hey - where were you fans 5 years ago?) and they were expected to win, even at an away game. I still stood up for you. But Orioles, did you notice the amount of fans at your stadium on Saturday? Let's say, 75% BoSox fans, 25% Orioles fans. I was beginning to wonder if I made a wrong turn and ended up at the wrong stadium. It was humiliating! Yet there I sat, your faithful...

You started off strong and even held a lead for most of the game but, Orioles, you got lazy - especially when the other team was playing even more lazy you didn't take the opportunity. You let 2 home runs go in a row! You made history by letting Mr. Ramirez hit his 500th home run in your stadium - could it not have waited? At least it wasn't a slaughter game, ending with a simple 6-3 loss.

Orioles, something's got to give. I can't keep living in a take-take relationship. Every now and then you need a little give. Regroup boys - you can do better...

Sincerely,

A Desperate Fan


What a beautiful park! Camden Yards with Charm City in the background.


Me and my sister-in-law Kelsey at our seats - awesome seats at that! Notice she is pulling for the evil Red Sox - this trip was actually for her birthday so she could see them play (and unfortunately win).


The Oriole Bird makes some friends.


Hmm...I still look happy at this point...


Logan was such a trooper for not being a baseball fan - 4 hours of baseball was about his limit!