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Our favorite chats on the Maryland Crab Cake Tour happen when we put old friends together and make new ones. Our AI consultant Denis O’Donovan joins Zach Dermer from The Comfort Guys to discuss the modern uses of artificial intelligence in the real world and the passion of Orioles season here in Baltimore at Planet Fitness in Timonium.
Luke Jones offers his latest orange musings with Baltimore on pace for a 91-loss season after 41 games.
So the Churchill folks are about to take over the Preakness and we have questions. Dick Jerardi of Bet Online returns to discuss all things Kentucky Derby, Laurel and Pimlico as the strangest Triple Crown season in Maryland history is in progress. Do we care enough in Maryland?
It’s that time of the year again when the few of us who care about horse racing actually discuss it. Essex attorney and former delegate Todd Schuler returns to Koco’s Pub on the Maryland Crab Cake Tour to discuss Preakness ponies not at Pimlico, Triple Crown dreams sold off to the Churchill gypsies and insurance companies ponying up in court when they’re not doing what the TV ads say they will.
We still love the OG Dundalk location of Costas Inn but coming up on the first anniversary of the “new” Timonium location we sidled up to the bar inside the racetrack grandstand and adjacent to the OTB to discuss the upcoming horse racing Triple Crown season and all of the things that Pete Triantafilos has learned in expanding his father and family’s vision for the hospitality that has made the name “Costas” legendary in Baltimore seafood circles.
It’s been quite a few years of change in tone with our visits with guitarist Rik Emmett, whose Triumph music has lived in the vault of classic rock radio for four decades but the band that last toured in 1993 was brought back together again last summer through hockey and the magic power of the music. Now 72, along with Gil Moore and Mike Levine and some great musicians, they’re back on the road this spring and Nestor has a lot of questions for his Canadian baseball friend and poet about this very unexpected reunion tour.
Two months ago, you shook my hand all doe-eyed, took my Baltimore Positive business card at a local networking function that I actively participate in with a great group of community folks monthly, somehow believably feigned that “we’d be in touch” – I took you at your word – and then your bush league team sent along ridiculously insincere replies (or none at all) and your mostly unprofessional Lieutenants have all lined up to pretend that I don’t exist or that my questions on behalf of your fans are somehow irrelevant. I’m here holding a mirror up for you. That’s my role. You hold the power; I hold it accountable. Always…
