Orioles Beat Yankees Again, Lose Markakis

It was an exciting nail-biter of a game once again. The Orioles won the game 5-4 on a bang-bang double play as the potential tying run crossed home plate.  Mark Texeira dove into first base to try and beat the throw and he was called out.

Here is David Waldstein's NYT account of the call:

"The first-base umpire, Jerry Meals, had just made an incorrect call, according to both the naked eye and television replays, and instead of the Yankees completing a comeback with Chris Dickerson crossing the plate to tie the score, the game was over."

According to "the naked eye?" Whose?  Really? According to the naked eye, the umps blew several strike calls to the Yankees including one from Darren O'Day and at least one from Pedro Strop during crucial times. My naked eyes have seen the umps call a down-the-middle strike three pitch a ball that causes an Oriole pitcher to lift the next one higher into the strike zone and this has resulted in a ninth inning Yankee home run that ends up winning the game for the Giradians (e.g. Swisher against Uehara, Rodriguez against Uehara).

Let's not give the Orioles credit or frighten the multitude of pinstriped followers on the weekend.  Let's blame it on the umps. Never have I read an account of a game like this--a blatantly homer interpretation. What's more maddening is that garbage like this is not open to commentary because there is no comments section. I'm surprised the reporter didn't suggest to Girardi that he take his team of overpaid, smug and over-the-hill players and their bats, balls and gloves and go home.

Blown calls usually go in favor of the Bombers including yet another instance of Yankee fan interference earlier in the summer on Eutaw Steet.

There was no talk of the "Fighting Showalters" -- a great name for the team I heard last night -- or that Atlantic League refugee Lew Ford who hit another home run. The story did mention in the "game notes" section that we lost Markakis because of a broken thumb and there was our manager cradling Nick's head for a few seconds after the player reemerged from the dugout in a temporary cast courtesy of Richie Bancells.

I would have written about yet another electrifying victory in an incredible season and the fact that the Yankees pitcher C.C. Sabathia broke the thumb of Nick Markakis, putting the heart and competitive soul of our team on the Disabled List for six weeks. I don't know if he did it on purpose but he pitched inside three straight times to Nick.  Ever the competitor, Sabathia, as Markakis was shaking his thumb in pain, screamed:

"Was it a strike, Was it a strike?," or something like that. This is who the Yankees are.

It will be interesting to see what happens today or in the future. 

Oriole Hangout member "Moose Milligan" reminded me of when Yankee Tim Leary fractured the wrist of Chris Hoiles and our resilient catcher missed 51 games. That same night, a scuffing tool-kit of items fell out of Leary's glove on the mound.  

The retaliation came a few weeks later at Yankee Stadium. I was sitting nine rows behind the O's dugout. Ben McDonald pitched for the Orioles and came high and inside to catcher Matt Nokes. The ball caught his batting helmet in the corner where the bill starts to extend. It knocked the helmet off his head and high into the air and the ball's impact made an awful cracking sound. Nokes collapsed into a pile of ball, bat and dirt on the plate and lay there motionless for several minutes.

I won't be surprised at all if the Times reporters notice an "unusually hostile Oriole crowd" once again at today's game.

Orioles Blast Yankees, 10-6

I listened to the game last night while driving back from my teaching engagement in Alexandria. The Orioles had a 6-1 lead in the seventh and were in control.

I started to think ahead in the series to game two. We had this one.

The Yankees scored a run in the eighth, and then another. Suddenly it was 6-3 and they were in striking distance. We changed pitchers and brought in Pedro Strop. A wild pitch moved runners into scoring position. A walk loaded the bases. Another walk cut the lead to 6-4. ichiro singled in two more to tie the game.

The reigning heavyweight champion of the American League East had gotten up off the mat swinging. Mercifully, O'Day put an end to the uprising by getting Jeter to end the inning.

About 4 miles from the ballpark, Adam Jones homered to make it 7-6. With a thunderous roar, the crowd sounded like they do during a Ravens game.  I turned the radio up and gave a rebel yell. Then Reynolds sent a ball high into deep left with Wieters on first.  Oriole announcer Joe Angel paused as the ball landed 3 rows deep into the stands and let the crowd make the call. It was 9-6.

With the stadium in my sights, Chris Davis homered. I elected to drive by the ballpark instead of taking MLK. I beeped my horn several times as I road past. You could hear the crowd chanting and it felt like the street was shaking.

I pulled up to a light and gave a thumbs up to a guy wearing an O's cap.

"Are you listening?" He asked.  "It's unbelievable," I replied. "I'm going tomorrow night."

It's Orange Friday in Baltimore.

Buck's Guys -- Surfer Boog and McLouth -- tied with Yankees

It's September 5th and the Orioles have tied the Yankees for first place in the Division. It's not May or June--and suddenly we find ourselves in a strange position-- a pennant race.

That's right. A race that's not the Grand Prix.

This hasn't happened since 1997 when it was the Yankees who closed the gap on the Orioles lead. Not since the mid 70s has the city had a contending football and baseball team.

The Orioles crushed the Jays last night, 12-0 behind a great performance on the mound by Zach Britton. Some of my astute friends predicted this--even Yankees fans.

"Wait until Buck brings his guys in," they said.

Mark Reynolds (Surfer Boog) has come alive and so has the pesky hustler Nate McLouth. Cult heroes like Lew Ford have contributed. There has been a carefully selected procession of Buck's guys of late and they all share one trait with their manager.

They have something to prove. None have won a World Series. Guys like Jim Thome have come close--but no champagne-drenched cigar. Now they are taking out their frustrations on the American League.

Surfer Boog and his band of scrappers. When he struck out on Monday against Toronto, Reynolds threw his bat and slammed his helmet down. I haven't seen an Oriole do that in decades. Last night, Showalter glared at J.J. Hardy when he failed to take second on a throw to the plate. We were ahead 7-0.

It's the details, the little things that make you a champion.

The Bronx Bombers are coming into Camden Yards this weekend for a 4 game series.  Will the fans show up?

A lot has been written about that lately. Where are the fans? I think you will see them flock to the Yards over the next 30 days.  We just finished the Grand Prix and the kids are back in school. Judging by the plethora of orange I've seen lately, we're good for it.

Let's face it, the MASN broadcast is pretty darn good. You get a world class announcer in Gary Thorne and Buck's press conference which is one of the most entertaining three minutes of the summer for me.

The radio broadcasts are first rate too. Baseball is a great sport to imagine from a radio call.

It's expensive to live in Baltimore city. The property taxes are exorbitant-- a dear tariff on trash collection that diminishes my disposable income. The water is expensive--60% more than when I lived in Northern Virginia. I can afford to take my kids via the Dugout Club, a great bargain, but not otherwise on any kind of a regular basis and I live 12 minutes away from Eutaw Street.

I will be there this weekend.