“The charm of the work of the Baltimores is that every man is alive and thoroughly in earnest, playing ball for all he is worth all the time. It is a very hard club to beat, and it is the verdict that there is little wonder this club won the pennant last season.” ~ The Boston Herald, Spring 1896
Dear Baltimore Orioles,
Me, again.
I guess I don’t have to tell you why I’m writing.
At 8-25, you’re tied with the Reds for the worst record in baseball.
Last night.
You’re worse than the terrible everyone predicted you’d be.
You’re 16 games back of the AL East leading Red Sox, which is pretty nuts, because you’ve only played 33 games.
Things are terrible bad in Birdland. Horriblaciously, rottenificously, awfulmoungously bad.
So bad I have to make up words to describe the badiciousness.
This is “unbelievably bad” territory.
You blow first innings, you blow ninth innings. Those innings in-between? You blow them, too.
And, extra innings too … because …


















