I took CJ to this game, his first at OPACY. Great day out, perfect weather, but a terrible game, which both teams seemed to be trying their best to lose. Joe Mauer dropped a foul popup. Alexi Casilla made the last out for the Orioles on a weak grounder — but the pitcher bobbled it, and Casilla probably would have made first on the play if he hadn’t jogged half-heartedly out of the batter’s box. And of course there was Adam Jones, who pulled up on a fly that was his to catch and let it drop three feet in front of him for a two-run double — yes, it was ruled a double, in an act of generosity so extravagant that the official scorer could have legally taken it off his taxes. A week later, Jones would drop a fly ball against the Yankees to allow three runs to score in a 5-2 New York victory. Jones looks like a really good center fielder, but the defensive metrics hate him, and I have to say the defensive metrics have the better of it at the moment.
Jason Hammel, in theory our ace, looked a lot worse than his line suggests; behind in the count all day, never seeming to find much of a rhythm.
So the Orioles, on the strength of this game, didn’t look like a good ballclub — but for the season as a whole, they’re holding their own against the powers of the AL East, and one can’t ask for much more than that.
After the game, CJ and I walked around the Inner Harbor, which has not changed at all since I was a kid, and seems to be just as crowded as popular and kid-pleasing as it ever has been. OK, one change: the Power Plant, which used to be a metal-oriented rock club, is now a Barnes and Noble. Sort of strange, since metal is more popular and than it was when I was a kid, and books less so. But Baltimore marches to its own beat.
Final note to self: remember that, even in Baltimore, a crabcake is not the kind of food that’s likely to be good at the ballpark.