Everybody on the Orioles is playing like a shambling, reanimated corpse, but only Radhames Liz really looks the part. I went down to the Blue Moon Sunday night to see the Orioles play in the Yankee Stadium finale. The Packers were on, so I watched alone as I enjoyed my excellent cheese curds (rated by an acquiantance of mine as the best bar cheese curds in Madison, and she claimed to have tried them all.) The Orioles were — well, they were to baseball as the cheese curds were to bar food, except the exact opposite. They’ve now lost eight straight, four of those by a single run. They played Sunday night like a team who just wanted to pack it up and go home for the winter. Brandon Fahey, the worst offender, booted one ball and pulled a Little League style “I got it — no you get it!” on another, turning a close game into a laugher. As I write this, the Orioles look to be en route to another one-run loss to Tampa Bay, the team that used to be the comforting mattress separating us from last place. Radhames Liz did his part, blowing 5/6 of a 6-run lead, bellowing all the while for the raw brains of everyone else on the field. Hard to believe that just one month ago this team was fun to watch.
Yeah, that was shameful. I hope you had the sound off, so as to avoid having to listen to Miller and Morgan fellate the Yankee franchise.
Not that I want to disparage your friends review of Blue Moon, but most people have not tried the curds at Door Creek Golf Course (no regular hours/call before you go). These fried cheese -I kid you not- squeaked. Fresh and freshly fried. Door Creek makes the best. But I’d bet that Blue Moon’s are up there.
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