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Not quite the ‘real’ Sect. 34, but I smelled Oriole Magic on the field

I gave the Orioles “another chance” today at Oriole Park. I will quantify and explain my reasoning for going back to the ballpark in another blog, but for today I just want to talk about going to an actual Oriole game in Baltimore on a gorgeous 80-plus degree day and painting the picture of what I saw. Especially, since like many of you, I have really nothing to compare it to — except a Ravens game or a Blast game, because I haven’t been in a while. For the first time in nearly three years, I just walked out my door through downtown and went to an Orioles game. I’ve seen one since May 2004 — a game with the Red Sox at Fenway more because it was my wife’s birthday and the Orioles just happened to be the team they were playing that night. But my client and friend, Syd Nusinov, offered me a pair for the game yesterday and I went with him. He didn’t cheat me. They were in Section 34, which immediately got me thinking about the “real” section 34. You know. the one I spent a good part of my childhood within over on 33rd

To anyone who truly respects ‘FREEDOM OF SPEECH’..

This morning I formally requested a one-day credential from the Orioles for Friday night’s game against Toronto…to replace my beat reporter Casey Willett for the night. This afternoon, I was AGAIN, wrongfully denied a working press credential for tomorrow night’s game, even as the “official” ballpark reporter. They’ve essentially said anyone BUT me can cover the team. And they’ve made it very clear that it’s PERSONALLY me. It took them a little more than one hour to respond to my request. If they handled EVERY request so diligently, we wouldn’t all be having the problems we are and they’d be a better franchise. For the record… I did a VERY formal pre-game report from Tampa on Tuesday evening. The blogs are a click away (right above my head) if you care to be updated on my day with the Orioles on the road. I wrote five rather massive missives about Tampa and baseball and the Orioles and the history of the Orioles in St. Petersburg. I hope you read them in order! Lots of cool memories! Devil Rays PR man Rick Vaughn has ALWAYS credentialed me –dating back to his years with the Orioles in the late 1980’s — and

It wasn’t Whiskey Joes…but Tampa STILL rocks

ST. PETERSBURG, Fla — The game is over and there was no comeback tonight for the orange birds. A fourth-inning, six-run pounding laid on Orioles starter Steve Trachsel and a moon shot home run by Oriole callup Jon Knott (who?) made for an entertaining last few innings. For the record: I didn’t have any specific intentions to promote Free The Birds here in Tampa, but I did bring signs and a shirt just in case. On a lark, about an hour before the game, I strolled to the box office to see if seats were available behind home plate. They were — in abundance —  so I bought one in the third row right behind the dish. The ticket was pricey (actually, it was embarrassing and I don’t want to admit how much I paid, but it did come with a tasty open buffet and all the drinks I could drink, which almost made it ‘worth it’.) So if you’re wondering about the FTB home plate blitz last night, yeah, it was me. What did you expect? The FTB cause will live until one of two things happens (and NONE of it has anything to do with me rightfully getting

Almost gametime in Tampa..

ST. PETERSBURG, Fla — Since the game starts in a little while (and I’m kinda hungry), I’ll keep this one brief. Sam Perlozzo held his pre-game chat in the visiting dugout here at Tropicana Field, and again stressed the importance of the bullpen and the need for the team to get all of its parts back. To wit, Ramon Hernandez appeared in the visiting clubhouse at 3:55 and was well received.  He actually stepped in for batting practice and could be activated as early as tomorrow for the 3 p.m. cap to the three-game stand vs. the Devils Rays. Jay Payton is running at “85-90 percent,” according to Perlozzo, and could be in the lineup as early as Friday night, after a two-game stint in Norfolk. Corey Patterson will be coming back to the team tomorrow morning, and should arrive at the ballpark before game time if his flight arrives on time. Steve Trachsel will take the hill tonight here, his third start as an Oriole. “I hadn’t seen him work too much, before he came here,” Perlozzo said. “It’s been a learning experience but he’s a veteran guy and he takes his time. He won 15 games last year

Ahh…the memories of spring training in St. Petersburg FLA!!!

ST. PETERSBURG, Fla — So, I’m here. On the ground, got a car, figuring out a hotel room — the usual routine. I just drove 26 miles on the most gorgeous 80-degree you’ll ever see through Tampa and into St. Petersburg. Kinda hard to imagine just how morose it must be have waited for baseball all those years and to be delivered indoor baseball on beautiful days and a team so bad, it’s almost incomprehensible. The last time I spent any time at all in St. Petersburg was March 1994, when the Orioles were ramping up for the strike season here. As bad as the Orioles current spring training situation is — and it’s dreadful — the days when Eli Jacobs owned the team were clearly no better. The Orioles left Miami and Bobby Maduro Stadium right before Memorial Stadium was shut down, mainly because the neighborhood there became untenable. Apparently — and I’ve still never been there — it was dangerous and deplorable, like most of South Florida to be honest. They spent one full spring training WITHOUT A HOME GAME! They based in Sarasota in a tiny little park, called Twin Lakes Park, and roamed Florida every day.

On the ground in Tampa..

Well, this is my first “in-flight” blog. If you don’t know it by now, I’m really enjoying this kinda work. It’s been a really cool, fun week to write about sports whenever I want! I should’ve done this a LONG time ago. Right now, I’m somewhere over Virginia and headed to Tampa to cover tonight’s Orioles-Devil Rays game. It’s been a few years since I’ve been a “ballpark” reporter, but I usually only staffed these events under the toughest conditions — All Star Games and World Series. So, usually when I’ve done this routine, it’s been with literally HUNDREDS of media members scouring dugouts, clubhouses and walkways (usually in the freezing cold in October) for stories, old friends, sound bites and anything else they could get for their respective newspapers and radio or TV stations. Those were some of my favorites memories of doing radio, those “big game” experiences. I have a zillion pictures, a zillion stories — all which will be told in a book someday. But, it didn’t take long for my journey through BWI today see several tragedies that are much larger in scope than the Orioles acting like jackasses toward me or some of media brethren.

Today oughta be interesting..

With the Orioles on a rampage, I decided to fly to Tampa today to check out all the hullabaloo. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays have provided a media credential for tonight’s game in St. Petersburg, and with a hundred hands on deck at WNST to cover today’s purple “Liars Luncheon”, I am heading to BWI to catch a flight to 80-degree Florida for the day.  I will be arriving at the stadium around 3 p.m. and will calling in with Ballpark Reports for Rob Long, and perhaps, Michael Popovec. Another nice win by the Birds last night!  The kind of game that, if they become anything special this year, they’ll remember.Down 7-1? And win? On the road? Once Loewen got knocked around? And after they treated the baseball like a ‘hot potato’ earlier in the game?  Impressive enough.  But they are the Devil Rays! At least it appears as though fifth place isn’t a viable option all of a sudden for the O’s. (Remember, they were 3-6 just a quick weather system ago!). It’ll be good to see Sam Perlozzo and Leo Mazzone, two guys I’ve always gotten along well with over the years. I haven’t spoken to Perlozzo since he’s become the

Why I love baseball..

Sitting at home on a Sunday afternoon, watching the raindrops fall, watching bad movies and just about ready to make dinner. I flip through the baseball channels, see that the A’s are hosting the Yankees on Comcast Ch. 780, and I put the game on. One eye on it for two hours, the A’s had a 2-0 lead for the most part. I left the room, came back, it was 4-2 Yankees. I made the obligatory wisecrack about the Yankees, the Orioles and how F-ed up baseball is. Then came the ninth inning, packed house (VERY pro-Yankee, I might add at the Coliseum today) and future Hall of Famer Mariano Rivera sauntered out of the pen on what looked like a short-sleeves lovely kinda day in the East Bay (By the way, I LOVE the Bay Area, too, and especially love that stadium — it’s kinda like 33rd Street on the inside and the Ravens won the AFC Championship there and I have some fond memories, if you know what I mean!) The first two A’s — Chavez and Crosby — go down quickly. This looks to be a Yankee victory. Rivera gives up a two-out single to Todd Walker,

PETER ANGELOS IS A GOD!!!!!!

For the record, Gary Thorne and Jim Palmer are keeping me imminently entertained. We honestly considered taking a walk over tonight, hoping to find someone to hand us tickets. My “no pay” policy is VERY firm…I bought tickets for their FanFest two weeks ago. I pulled a $10 bill out of my pocket and paid to get in, just to see what a “fan” experience would feel like in 2007. I was honestly shocked by the optimism. There were probably 7-10,000 people there — nice crowd, I thought, considering the circumstances. I stayed an hour, thought it felt very corporate and stuffy for the most part, and really, the autographs were the glue holding it together and people had to wait in the cold for an hour to get a signature. I thought it was kinda sloppy, to be honest, but it was what it was — an event of SOME kind to get people involved, even if it was a little chilly and damp and not “comfortable.” But that was it for me. I game them $9 last year and $10 this year. But I have some benefactors coming through with some of their many unused tickets. Don’t forget

What would John Steadman have said about the Orioles in 2007

Still shaking off that horrible Preds loss in double OT, which was preceded by that horrible loss by the Orioles in the 12th. All that promise last night just led to a double whammy. Even my wife’s team nearly got no-hit! It was ugly! Just sitting around, doing website stuff and thought I’d pound out a little message. I really hope all of you are enjoying WNST’s new place in the cyberworld. One day I’ll blog about how all of this got put together — you really deserve to know the stuff that inspires me to build and create WNST. It’s really a fun little company with some awesome people and awesome supporters. Three days into our “new” existence, I once again want to reiterate my sincere thanks to everyone associated with our radio station and website. We are now not just a “little” radio station, getting continually scoffed at by our detractors. We are now a Baltimore sports “presence” throughout the world. Every day I get email from people from all over the country and even in Europe, displaced Baltimoreans and Marylanders who want to keep their finger in the pie at home. We will continue to work hard,

Puck

  Just sat down to watch some puck…had some enchiladas…yummy! Preds are down 1-0…went in off a skate. Man, I LOVE hockey. Just love it! (Preds are getting boned on penalties) The funny hockey accents. The energy of the crowd. The crazy rules and action. I miss it. If Ed Hale could pull this Arena thing off, I swear I’d love to be involved in buying a hockey team and bringing it here. I miss hockey! Maybe some of you know (or maybe you don’t), but hockey was my beat when I worked at The Evening Sun and The News American. I covered, conservatively speaking, at LEAST 250 hockey games during that time. I, like Drew, was a MAJOR, MAJOR Caps dork. I was there for every big game they ever played during that era from 1985-1992. Every John Druce, Rod Langway, Mike Gartner move…I was in the locker room, press box, in the car back and forth two or three times a week to the Capital Centre with Phil Jackman in his Nissan Sentra. Maybe some of you don’t know it, but Phil Jackman was like a father to me. We did hockey games for YEARS. Man, he was

Game on!!! Let’s pimp the puck.

I suppose the beauty of blogdom is that I can write about one of my true passions that it became harder and harder to discuss on the air — because nobody cares much about it but me and Hockey Meg. Tonight, we will pimp the puck in my condo! Preds and Sharks…8 p.m…preceeded by a nice Dice K start at Fenway for my wife (she hasn’t seen much ball yet this season) and O’s-Tigers (maybe, if the sky doesn’t explode). But…it’s a BIG sports night here as Hockey Meg and Agent Orange (licking his wounds from the 3-5 start) arrive with divergent agendas. Thank god for the remote! Anyway, hope everyone who is reading my hooey has a big sports night planned, even if it doesn’t include the greatest chase of the sports year — the chase for the hoisting of Lord Stanley’s goblet! Barry Trotz promised me that I could drink from the Cup in the locker room if the Preds win. Man, that would be the GREATEST!!!!!! Game on…(most of you won’t know what that means, but hockey fans will!) I might even throw on the first few minutes of Slapshot just to get fired up… “You go

RAVENS SKED HERE.

2007 BALTIMORE RAVENS SCHEDULE PRESEASON DATE OPPONENT PLACE TIME Mon. Aug. 13 PHILADELPHIA EAGLES M&T BANK STADIUM 7:00 p.m. Sun. Aug. 19 NEW YORK GIANTS M&T BANK STADIUM 8:00 p.m. (NBC) Sat. Aug. 25 at Washington Redskins FedEx Field 8:00 p.m. Fri. Aug. 31 at Atlanta Falcons Georgia Dome 7:30 p.m. REGULAR SEASON . DATE OPPONENT PLACE TIME Mon. Sep. 10 at Cincinnati Bengals Paul Brown Stadium 7:00 p.m. (ESPN) Sun. Sep. 16 NEW YORK JETS M&T BANK STADIUM 4:15 p.m. Sun. Sep. 23 ARIZONA CARDINALS M&T BANK STADIUM 1:00 p.m. Sun. Sep. 30 at Cleveland Browns Cleveland Browns Stadium 1:00 p.m. Sun. Oct. 7 at San Francisco 49ers Monster Park 4:15 p.m. Sun. Oct. 14 ST. LOUIS RAMS M&T BANK STADIUM 1:00 p.m. Sun. Oct. 21 at Buffalo Bills Ralph Wilson Stadium 1:00 p.m. Sun. Oct. 28 BYE Mon. Nov. 5 at Pittsburgh Steelers Heinz Field 8:30 p.m. (ESPN) Sun. Nov. 11* CINCINNATI BENGALS M&T BANK STADIUM 4:05 p.m. Sun. Nov. 18* CLEVELAND BROWNS M&T BANK STADIUM 1:00 p.m. Sun. Nov. 25* at San Diego Chargers Qualcomm Stadium 4:15 p.m. Mon. Dec. 3 NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS M&T BANK STADIUM 8:30 p.m. (ESPN) Sun. Dec. 9* INDIANAPOLIS COLTS M&T BANK

The O’s are doing me a favor tonight.

Even though I’d MUCH rather be at the ballpark tonight, I gotta admit I’m enjoying watching the game on TV and getting involved in the blogosphere…I think I might be good at this kinda thing. I sit around a LOT of nights thinking about the Orioles, if you can believe that. I’ve been kinda melancholy about the whole thing…the loss of joy for baseball…memories of my Pop and my childhood… I ran into one of my best friends from elementary school walking into OPACY as I was on the street handing out FREE THE BIRDS signs before the game. We have a breakfast date tomorrow — we still get together every couple of months for an omelette and a cup of coffee… But here we are, just about 30 years gone from our childhoods in Colgate, and we still run into each other randomly in the center of downtown outside of the stadium on Opening Day. And I never run into him anywhere outside of this diner we hang out in on Eastern Ave. Baseball’s beautiful like that for friendship and bringing people together. I went to a cocktail party earlier tonight, and I was cornered by some of my

Orioles continue ban on free speech in Baltimore

So who is it gonna be next week? Or next year? Scott Garceau? Peter Schmuck? Steve Davis? Who’s next? So it seems, these days only Fred Manfra, Jim Hunter and Tom Davis — those bastions of journalistic integrity and fellow MASN employees — are safe. Maybe that’s the question the rest of the local and national media should be asking. Who’s next? Who will be the next person to show up at a sporting event — after spending nearly a quarter of a century in press boxes all around the continent in virtually every sport imaginable, it’s all I’ve ever done to feed my family since 1984 — only to be turned away by management for being too critical of the team? Having been an accredited media member for the totality of my career, I have never heard of such a thing, nor has anyone in my industry, until yesterday when I was denied entrance to Camden Yards. To have some young PR flunky in a tie meet me at the front door and say: “No thanks, the owner is not only not taking questions from the fans or the media, but he is now no longer making his team

Sitting home and watching the game.

It’s been strange day. The Orioles’ PR staff have been extremely cowardly, if not flat out incompetant, in dealing with me and my staff (not to mention Comcast Sports Net and WBAL)…The WNST press release was sent late last night and I STILL have no “official” anything from the Orioles — nothing more than a stop sign as I tried to pick up my credential today. Seven members of my staff had “passes.” I did not. First, I was NEVER informed of my station’s status or our credential request denial through any official source. A guy named Greg Bader, who I had never even met until he looked me in the eye at 2 p.m. behind home plate, informed me that I’m not a “real” media member anymore. The Orioles chose to call one of my employees just before 9 a.m. to say that, YES, we indeed DID have credentials for “selected” WNST members. I never received an email, letter, phone call…no nothing!Actually, when I walked over to the media gate, NO ONE in my COMPANY was really sure who had a pass and who didn’t. I walked to the media entrance with Michael Popovec, Drew Forrester and Rex Snider.Popovec,

Orioles deny WNST press credentials for 2007 season

PRESS RELEASE April 8, 2007                                                                                                                     FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE WNST RADIO BEING DENIED PRESS CREDENTIALS BY ORIOLES ON OPENING DAY IN BALTIMORE Towson-based Sports Media organization and radio station is considering legal action Baltimore — WNST-AM 1570, a 5,000-watt sports-talk radio station in Baltimore — and a staple in Baltimore sports media — is being denied credentials for the upcoming 2007 Orioles season by the team’s ownership and media relations department. Station owner “Nasty” Nestor Aparicio has repeatedly made attempts to procure press credentials from the team and has continued to be rebuffed. Aparicio and his staff have covered Baltimore Orioles’ baseball since Oriole Park at Camden Yards opened in 1992. “It’s just amazing that every single year, when you think it can’t get any worse, it does,” Aparicio said in a blog on his website, www.wnst.net. “Are they honestly trying to say that we’re not a legitimate media entity, after we’ve covered every major sporting event in this country for 15 years? Is it a personal attack? Is it an attempt to punish us for being honest in our assessment of the Orioles franchise? I really don’t know. But one of our chief complaints as an organization and as

You want to NOT be cynical, you really

I love baseball, and here in Baltimore on what would be a beautiful 80-degree today at Oriole Park, if our team had an owner with a clue, we’d all be at the ballpark. But, alas, just like Barry Manilow, I’m stuck in search of trying to get that feeling again. So, this weekend I went in search of the magic elixir of the nation’s pastime, trying to figure out on the eve of the 2007 season, if Major League Baseball is in as bad of shape as I think it is. What I found was — as usual — appalling. There I was on Saturday afternoon, tuning into MASN to get my first look at the 2007 O’s (I’ve been to enough spring training games and have wasted literally MONTHS of my life caring about games that always prove to be worthless…although the tan is nice) and the game was on from R.F.K. Stadium.  My first thought after seeing the crowd, or lack thereof, was this: maybe Peter Angelos was right or maybe his petty actions have made this is a self-fulfilling prophecy (Tom Boswell from The Washington Post would probably tell you it’s a little of both). Maybe this

Coping with the pain

After all of the hours of mulling over Saturday night’s biblical steamer at M&T Bank Stadium, I have come to one conclusion: when it comes down to “getting over it,” either your glass is half full or it’s half empty. And in some cases over the first two nights of my personal elimination from any more fun this NFL postseason, it depended on which hour you actually ask me. The emails started late Saturday night — actually more like Sunday morning, once the bars closed I got a curiously large pile of emails — mostly knee-jerk, rambling jibberish, the rumblings of a discontented and heartbroken public. I know how that feels because I’m ONE OF YOU! I came home, I wanted to cry, I watched the Philadelphia-New Orleans game and sulked and shouted random “F-bombs” and “Damns!,” mumbling out loud to no one in particular. Then I received a couple of my favorite emails (paraphrasing): “So, Nasty, you Dundalk jerk, are you going to go soft and talk about what a great season it was, blah, blah, blah or are you gonna tell the truth. That Billick is a horrible coach, Rex Ryan’s defense proved to be soft in the

Purple madness leads to orange sadness as we ring in 2007

I’m kinda taking in all of this Festivus and Super Bowl mania one day at a time. As much as I’m trying to have fun with all of the hype, excitement and wishful visions of palm trees and purple parties in South Florida in five weeks, I’m also try to temper my own pure, unadulterated joy in what the Ravens are doing to this city. I just want to slow these days down and savor every one because I know that either way it’s all going to be over very soon and very abruptly. And, I know you don’t want to hear it right now — and I can’t blame you, but I’m gonna lay it on you anyway because you NEED to hear it and I NEED to say it — this is how this city used to be not too long ago when it came to a certain orange bird and a magical three-generation love affair with our baseball team, which seemed to die a tragic civic death about a decade ago. For you youngsters out there — the ones who really don’t remember 1979 or 1983 — do you want some more proof about what Oriole Magic

Finding quality sports talk show hosts is not as easy as it sounded

So, we gathered the 14 finalists in the Donahoo Ford “So You Wanna Be a Sports Talk Show Host” contest Wednesday night at Orchard Landing for some cocktails, munchies and well, SPORTS TALK. Lemme take a second today to thank all of the participants, wannabes, basement tape makers and well, dreamers of the dream. In all we received 74 envelopes full of love and hope and sex and dreams. And every one of them seemed to arrive on the last day of the competition. Love because they all LOVED sports. Hope because they HOPED as a kid to grow up and do nothing but play sports, watch sports and talk sports. SEX because its what they weren’t having while they were watching sports over the last 25 or more years and while they were too damned busy watching the Orioles play and… DREAMS because many of these 74 folks were clearly dreaming. This contest has been fascinating for me on many levels. First, I received tapes from many listeners and even some friends who I never knew had any inspiration to want to do this. Real, honest to God, heartfelt letters and tapes with people who wanted to sit behind

Being there and seeing it on TV provide two very different views of the Raven

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. I really do. I go everywhere the Ravens go and see almost everything they see on these crazy roadtrips that have been the most fun part of my life for 11 years now. Some trips I take lots of people — droves of people, like the two bus trips up to Milwaukee and Green Bay when I took 150 people or the Nashville playoff deal in 2001 when we took 180 — and other times I go alone, or just with my wife. Inevitably, I always wind up drinking beer with Mike Flynn’s parents and/or Bobby Nyk. And inevitably, I wind up sitting with, commiserating with and enjoying time with people in funny purple-colored body wear. And, much like Rod Stewart says, “Every picture tells a story.” I literally have thousands of pictures and mental snapshots from a life on the road in the fall. I’ve taken well over 3,000 people on Ravens roadtrips over the 11 years since the first one to Indy in 1996, where we watched the Orioles get eliminated from a bar called Jackass Flats. As much as I wrote a sappy, crazy but true online book about baseball

A perfect day for football at famed Arrowhead

From the minute the great Eddie Money took the wind-swept field in his Chiefs jersey and got 77,000 people to begin singing the National Anthem in unison, you just knew it was going to be a great day. Great weather, great stadium, great atmosphere — the best I’ve ever witnessed for a Ravens road game — there was nothing that yesterday lacked, except of course a division title and a first-round bye. I promise I won’t harp on that horrendous turd from 11 days ago in Cincinnati any more after this — especially considering the way the Ravens played yesterday and the ultra-short rest and sloppy road conditions that night in Southern Ohio — but the thoughts of what could’ve been certainly danced in my brain en route home from Missouri last night. And as much of a down performance as we saw last Thursday, the entire purple engine started firing on all cylinders again yesterday, much to the chagrin of the famous “Sea of Red” at Arrowhead Stadium. I suppose if you had offered me a split of these two, tough road games after the Ravens annihilation of the Steelers, I would’ve taken the deal. But when the scoreboard

Pimping the puck amidst a sea of purple fanaticism and orange irrelevance

So Agent Orange’s main squeeze, Hockey Meg, came by our place last week. The wife and I were mixing up a Bobby Flay coffeehouse steak, a few cocktails and watching some H-Dee puck from Filthy on Comcast Sports Net. Meg’s team, the Philadelphia Flyers, was playing my team, the Nashville Predators just 90 minutes north of my cozy living room. We had been planning for three months to get in the car and go to the game. I even went onto www.stubhub.com to see how much tickets were the day before the game. The Flyers are bad now and the demand for tickets is at an all-time low. As my main Philly man, producer Larry Rosen from “Rave TV” (he produces my favorite TV show, “Ravens Wired”) called them yesterday, “the once-proud” Flyers. The $55 downstairs tickets were available for as little as $10. And I could buy as many as I wanted at that price. But, once decision time came, and we found out for sure that the game was on in our homes in HD, the three of us were more content to watch in the game on Comcast and avoid the traffic, the ride, the late homecoming,

A day to rejoice…the Steelers and their fans finally get what they deserve

Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how much you hate the Pittsburgh Steelers until that Sunday comes every year when the team and their hideous fan base descend upon downtown Baltimore. It’s one of those rare things in life for me, that I can’t even justify it or rationalize it or control it, that visceral feeling I get when I see anything black and gold with that ugly emblem on it. And I know it’s not mature or adult-like or even sensible, but I just HATE the Pittsburgh Steelers — always have and always will. So, today’s Moon might come across as mean-spirited, immature or petty, but I’m really not too concerned about it. I feel I’m entitled to rant and rave and boast like a flaming idiot Steelers fan this morning — just like that towel-waver in your office or family or neighborhood, who I’m sure has attempted to make like as miserable as possible since February, when the NFL gods and officials conspired to grant the black and gold a World Championship and screw Mike Holmgren and the Seahawks. I could bore you with analysis or statistical breakdowns of yesterday’s 27-0 win at the purple palace, but you

Nasty with Art Donovan JH Charity June 1997 copy

Art Donovan tells Nestor about true love in the NFL

They told a lot of stories over the years but nothing better than hearing Artie talk about his love for Dottie Donovan. This is the third part of a lengthy chat with Fatso when he was still storytelling.

Nasty Deion Kordell1204

The night that Deion Sanders went PrimeTime from Parkville

He arrived with Kordell Stewart, refused to sign autographs and had an awesome mink coat. But as you will hear, Prime sat center stage and answered every question from every Ravens fan when he was no longer in the “prime” of his legendary career.

Almost gametime in Tampa..

ST. PETERSBURG, Fla — Since the game starts in a little while (and I’m kinda hungry), I’ll keep this one

On the ground in Tampa..

Well, this is my first “in-flight” blog. If you don’t know it by now, I’m really enjoying this kinda work.

Why I love baseball..

Sitting at home on a Sunday afternoon, watching the raindrops fall, watching bad movies and just about ready to make

PETER ANGELOS IS A GOD!!!!!!

For the record, Gary Thorne and Jim Palmer are keeping me imminently entertained. We honestly considered taking a walk over

Puck

  Just sat down to watch some puck…had some enchiladas…yummy! Preds are down 1-0…went in off a skate. Man, I

RAVENS SKED HERE.

2007 BALTIMORE RAVENS SCHEDULE PRESEASON DATE OPPONENT PLACE TIME Mon. Aug. 13 PHILADELPHIA EAGLES M&T BANK STADIUM 7:00 p.m. Sun.

Orioles deny WNST press credentials for 2007 season

PRESS RELEASE April 8, 2007                                                                                                                     FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE WNST RADIO BEING DENIED PRESS CREDENTIALS BY ORIOLES ON OPENING DAY

Coping with the pain

After all of the hours of mulling over Saturday night’s biblical steamer at M&T Bank Stadium, I have come to

Nasty with Art Donovan JH Charity June 1997 copy

Art Donovan tells Nestor about true love in the NFL

They told a lot of stories over the years but nothing better than hearing Artie talk about his love for Dottie Donovan. This is the third part of a lengthy chat with Fatso when he was still storytelling.

Nasty Deion Kordell1204

The night that Deion Sanders went PrimeTime from Parkville

He arrived with Kordell Stewart, refused to sign autographs and had an awesome mink coat. But as you will hear, Prime sat center stage and answered every question from every Ravens fan when he was no longer in the “prime” of his legendary career.

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