On Friday night, I went to Camden Yard with Rachael, Jess, and Nancy. It was the most Oriole-y experience I've had yet, starting with crab mac'n cheese hot dogs and pit beef sandwich. There were fireworks galore that night, partly because the O's kept hitting home runs (first against poor Justin Masterson, who I was pleasantly surprised to see again, after hearing him speak at Park Street's 200th Anniversary, back when he was a young not-starter for the Red Sox and doing better than he did on Friday) and also because it was the team's 60th anniversary. They brought out many Oriole greats, including, of course, Cal Ripken Jr., and the place, which was already a little nuts cheering for people I didn't know, predictably and collectively all lost its mind in euphoria when he came out. The most Baltimore moment of the night, however, had to be the announcement that came in the 7th inning. Because the fireworks were going to be set by the scoreboard, a swath of the park, including our cheap seats, had to be evacuated. They asked us simply to move to a different section (where? anywhere that wasn't there). And that was how the 4 of us came to enjoy Orioles history is much better seats than we'd normally been able to afford, and welcomed in by our neighbors.
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